There’s a bright home on high,
We shall see by and by,
Where no dark­ness nor sha­dow will be;
For God’s glo­ry will shine
With a bright­ness di­vine;
That bright home is for you and for me.

Refrain

What a won­der­ful place,
We shall see by His grace,
With its man­sions and streets paved with gold;
In that bright home above
We shall rest in His love,
While the years of eter­ni­ty roll.

There the streets, we are told,
All are glit­ter­ing gold,
White robed an­gels are sing­ing God’s praise;
And the saints catch the strain,
Make it ec­ho again,
Mighty chor­us of tri­umph they raise.

Refrain

Oh, how sweet it will be,
When those bright lights we see,
Greeting dear ones who’ve gone on be­fore;
We will fall at His feet
And His prais­es re­peat,
Blessèd Sav­ior we’ll love and adore.

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