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?

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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?

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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?

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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?

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