Beyond the light of setting suns,
Beyond the clouded sky,
Beyond where starlight fades in night —
I have a home on high.
A mansion there, not made with hands,
A place prepared for me;
And while God lives, and angels sing,
That home my home shall be.
Beyond all pain, beyond all care,
Beyond life's mystery,
Beyond the range of time and change —
My home's reserved for me.
A mansion there, not made with hands,
A place prepared for me;
And while God lives, and angels sing,
That home my home shall be.
Beyond where death's dark billows roll,
Beyond these scenes of night,
I look, while gladness fills my soul,
To yonder home of light.
A mansion there, not made with hands,
A place prepared for me;
And while God lives, and angels sing,
That home my home shall be.
My sins and sorrows, strifes and fears,
I bid them all farewell,
High up amid the eternal years,
With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.
A mansion there, not made with hands,
A place prepared for me;
And while God lives, and angels sing,
That home my home shall be.