Had earth no thorns among its flow­ers,
And life no fount of tears,
We might for­get our bet­ter home,
Beyond this vale of tears.

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Home, sweet home;
Our beau­ti­ful home be­yond.
Our home that Je­sus has gone to pre­pare,
Our beau­ti­ful home be­yond.

How wise­ly God our cup has filled,
With min­gled joy and grief,
To teach our hearts that mor­tal things,
Tho’ bright, are on­ly brief.

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Our bet­ter home! how sweet to think,
When torn from those we love,
No sad fare­well can ev­er reach
Our bet­ter home above.

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O bliss­ful mo­ment when aside
These earth­ly robes we’ll cast,
Then wake to know our souls have found
The bet­ter home at last.

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