My Re­deem­er has gone to pre­pare
Blessèd man­sions of rest by and by;
Soon He’ll call me home to rest
With the ran­somed and the blest,
For it all will be glo­ry by and by.

Refrain

How I long for that rest
In the home of the blest,
’Twill be sweet when we meet
Oh, it will be glo­ry by and by.

I’ve no trea­sures to bind me be­low
In this land full of sor­row and woe;
All my trea­sures are above
In that land of peace and love.
Soon I’ll go and shall rest for­ev­er­more.

Refrain

I shall sing home at last by and by,
And my voice will be tuned to the lyre;
Then my song shall ev­er be,
Home at rest be­yond the sea,
It will all soon be glo­ry by and by.

Refrain