1 We are going home, we've had visions bright
Of that holy land, that world of light;
Where the long, dark night of time is past,
And the morn eternal dawns at last.
Where the weary saint no more shall roam,
But dwell in a happy, peaceful home.
Where the brow with sparkling gems is crowned,
And the waves of bliss are flowing round.

Chorus:
Beautiful world! Beautiful world!
Beautiful world! O, that beautiful world!

2 We are going home, and we soon shall be
Where the sky is clear and all are free;
Where the victor's song floats o'er the plains,
Where the seraphs' anthems blend with its strains;
Where the sun pours down its brilliant flood,
And beams on a world that's fair and good;
Where the stars, once dimmed at nature's doom.
Will ever shine o'er the new earth's bloom. [Chorus]

3 'Mid the ransomed throng, 'mid the sea of bliss,
'Mid the holy city's gorgeousness,
'Mid the verdant plains, 'mid the angels' cheer,
'Mid the saints that round the throne appear;
Where the conqueror's song, as it sounds afar,
Is wafted on the ambrosial air;
Through the endless years we then shall prove
The riches of a Savior's love. [Chorus]