A Home on High

Beyond the light of set­ting suns

Beyond the cloud­ed sky

Beyond where star­light fades in night

I have a home on high.

A man­sion there

not made with hands

A place pre­pared for me;

And while God lives

and an­gels sing

That home my home shall be.

Beyond all pain

be­yond all care

Beyond life’s mys­te­ry

Beyond the range of time and change

My home’s re­served for me.

Swift fly­ing worlds

their nights that roll

Far out on seas of light

Will bring no dark­ness to my soul;

My home’s be­yond the night.

My sins and sor­rows

strifes and fears

I bid them all fare­well

High up amid th’eter­nal years

With Christ

my Lord

to dwell.