437 - I’m Going Home

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.


I’ going home, I’m going home,

I’m going home to die no more;

To die no more, to die no more

I’m going home to die no more.