My heav’nly home is bright and fair,
Nor pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt’ring tow’rs the sun outshine,
That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.
My Father’s house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heav’nly mansion mine shall be.
Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour or waves o’er flow;
Be mine a happier lot to own
A heav’nly mansion near the throne.