Oh, when shall I dwell in a man­sion all bright,
And Je­sus, my Sav­ior, be­hold?
Or walk by His side, like an an­gel of light,
In a city all gar­nished with gold?

Refrain

Home of the blest, home of the blest!
When wilt thou ev­er be mine?
Home of the blest, home of the blest!
Soon shalt thou ev­er be mine.

No pearl from the ocean or gold from the mine
Can par­don or pu­ri­ty buy:
I’ll trust in the blood of a Sav­ior di­vine,
And cling to the cross till I die.

Refrain

But while I’m a stran­ger, away from my home,
I’ll toil in the vine­yard and pray;
I’ll car­ry the cross, while I think of the crown,
And watch for the break of the day.

Refrain