Eye hath not seen, ear hath not heard
Nor hath the fan­cy por­trayed,
What the dear Lord hath in re­serve,
If His com­mands are ob­eyed.

Refrain

We shall wan­der no more, but on the bright shore,
We’ll share in that home the glo­ry to come;
We shall wan­der no more, but on the bright shore,
We’ll share in that home the glo­ry to come.

Mansions of joy, ag­es ago,
Jesus the Mas­ter fore­told;
They are for us, just as they were
For the dis­ci­ples of old.

Refrain

Pilgrims are we, seek­ing to find,
Regions than Ca­naan more fair;
Heav’n is our home, ov­er the tide,
Where is no sor­row or care.

Refrain

Loved ones are there, torn from us here,
We their dear fac­es shall see;
Never fare­well then shall be said,
Never a part­ing shall be.

Refrain