I am think­ing to­night of a far away home,
Where the an­gels are hap­py in song,
And the streets of pure gold, which I long to be­hold,
Are trod by the bright an­gel throng.

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Beautiful home, land of the blest,
Whose glo­ries for­ev­er are bright;
My soul goes up to the great white throne,
Where Je­sus is ev­er the light.

I am think­ing tonight of that hea­ven­ly land,
And those who are crowned with the blest;
’Tis the host of the Lord, who received the reward
Which is pro­mised to all who seek rest.

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I am think­ing tonight of those who have gone
To view that great ci­ty above;
Oh, may we at length, through Je­sus the Son,
Pass into that ha­ven of love.

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