Heavenly home! hea­ven­ly home!
Precious name to me;
I love to think the time will come
When I shall rest in thee.
I’ve no abid­ing ci­ty here;
I seek for one to come;
And tho’ my pil­grim­age be drear,
I know there’s rest at home.

Heavenly home! hea­ven­ly home!
There no clouds arise.
No tear drops fall, no dark nights dim
Thy ev­er­last­ing skies.
This earth­ly home is fair and bright,
Yet clouds will oft­en come;
And oh! I long to see the light
That gilds my hea­ven­ly home.

Heavenly home! hea­ven­ly home!
Ne’er shall sor­row’s gloom,
Nor doubts nor fears dis­turb me there,
For all is peace at home.
I know I ne’er shall wor­thy be
To dwell ’neath Hea­ven’s bright dome;
But Christ, my Sav­ior, died for me,
And now He calls me home.