This earth, he cries, is not my place—
I seek my home in heaven.
2 A country far from mortal sight,
Yet O, by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint’s delight,
The heaven prepared for me.
3 O what a blesséd hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay,
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day.