There’s no home on earth—the soul has no home.
2 Shall it leave the low earth, and soar to the sky,
And seek for a home in the mansions on high!
In the bright realms of bliss will a dwelling be given,
And the soul find a home in the glory of heaven?
Yes, yes! there’s a home!
There’s a home in high heaven—the soul has a home.
3 O! holy and sweet its rest shall be there!
Free for ever from sin, and from sorrow and care;
And the loud hallelujahs of angels shall rise,