1 My heavenly home is bright and fair;
Nor pain, nor death can enter there;
Its glittering towers the sun out-shine;
That heavenly mansion shall be mine.

Chorus:
I'm 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.

2 My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be. [Chorus]

3 While here a stranger, far from home,
Affliction's waves may round me foam;
And though, like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure. [Chorus]