Beyond the light of set­ting suns,
Beyond the cloud­ed sky,
Beyond where star­light fades in night,
I have a home on high.

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A man­sion there, not made with hands,
A place pre­pared for me;
And while God lives, and an­gels sing,
That home my home shall be.

Beyond all pain, be­yond all care,
Beyond life’s mys­te­ry,
Beyond the range of time and change,
My home’s re­served for me.

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Swift fly­ing worlds, their nights that roll
Far out on seas of light,
Will bring no dark­ness to my soul;
My home’s be­yond the night.

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My sins and sor­rows, strifes and fears,
I bid them all fare­well,
High up amid th’eter­nal years,
With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.

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