Above this earthly home of ours,
Of chilling winds, and fading flowers,
There is a home all bright and fair,
And all our hopes are centered there.
Oh happy home, oh mansions blest,
Where all God’s weary ones may rest;
For in that bright unclouded day,
Our God shall wipe all tears away.
There we shall meet the loved and lost,
Who over death’s dark river crossed;
There we shall see our Savior’s face,
And praise the wonders of His grace.
Here we may suffer grief and pain,
And tears may flow like falling rain;
But there where shines eternal day
God’s hand shall wipe all tears away.