I HAVE a home, a glorious home,
Far, far above the skies ;
Where tears of sorrow, grief, despair,
Can never dim mine eyes.
There Christ our blessed Saviour dwells,
And God our Father reigns ;
Before them saints and angels bow,
And praise their holy names.
I may be tossed by raging waves,
On Fortune's stormy sea ;
My heart may bleed from sorrow's dart,
And friends forever be.
Yet will I upward lift mine eyes,
To that bright home on high ;
Where flowers of joy forever bloom,
Perennial in the sky.
The earth will soon dissolve like snow,
The sun will cetse to shine ;
But O, that glorious home above,
Will be forever mine.
