We are told of a home in that ci­ty above,
When with life and its cares we are thro’,
Where the walls are of jas­per,
The streets are of gold—
I want to go there, don’t you?

Refrain

I want to go there, I want to go there,
Where loved ones are wait­ing
In that home­land so fair,
Where there’s ne­ver a tri­al,
A sor­row or care,
I want to go there don’t you?

Since here God has called me,
I’ll stand at my post,
And do what He gives me to do,
For the thought is re­fresh­ing
As home­ward I look—
I want to go there, don’t you?

Refrain

Soon this brief life is end­ed,
Our work here is done,
For the days are so fleet­ing and few,
Where loved ones have ga­thered
No death ev­er comes—
I want to go there, don’t you?

Refrain

There none but the pure shall
That city be­hold;
’Tis the home of the faith­ful and true,
Where the Sav­ior a man­sion
For me has pre­pared—
I ex­pect to go there, don’t you?

Refrain