I am think­ing of home, of my Fa­ther’s house,
Where the ma­ny bright man­sions be;
Of the city whose streets are all co­vered with gold,
Of its jas­per walls pure and fair to be­hold,
Which the right­eous alone ev­er see.

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Oh home! sweet home! sweet home!
I am think­ing and long­ing for home;
Beyond the pear­ly gate, ma­ny man­sions wait
For the wea­ry ones who jour­ney home.

I am think­ing of home, of the loved ones there,
Dearest friends who have gone be­fore;
With whom we went down to the death-ri­ver’s side,
And so sad­ly thought as we watched by the tide,
Of the thrice hap­py morn­ings of yore.

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I am think­ing of home; I am home­sick now,
And my spir­it doth long to be
In the far bet­ter land, where the saints ev­er sing
Of the love of Christ, their Re­deem­er and king,
And of mer­cy so cost­ly, so free.

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I am think­ing of home! yes, of home, sweet home;
May we all in that home unite
With the white co­vered throng, and ex­ult­ing­ly raise
To the tri­une God, sweet­est an­thems of praise,
Singing glo­ry, and hon­or, and might.

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