1 There’s not a bright and beaming smile
Which in this world I see,
But turns my heart to future joys
And whispers heav’n to me.

Refrain:
Beautiful home,
Beautiful home;
Home of God’s children,
Beautiful home.

2 Though often here my soul is sad,
And falls the silent tear,
There is a world of smiles and love,
And sorrow comes not there, [Refrain]

3 ‘Tis but a little while and then
The Lord will surely come,
And lead His loving, waiting child
Into His blessed home. [Refrain]