Beautiful Home (Forest)

There is a home eter­nal

Beautiful and bright

Where sweet joys su­per­nal

Never are dimmed by night;

White robed an­gels are sing­ing

Ever around the bright throne;

When

O when shall I see thee

Beautiful

beau­ti­ful home?

Flowers for­ev­er are spring­ing

In that home so fair;

Throngs of child­ren are sing­ing

Praises to Je­sus there;

How they swell the glad an­thems

Ever around the bright throne;

When

O when shall I see thee

Beautiful

beau­ti­ful home?

Soon I shall join that an­them

Far be­yond the sky;

Jesus be­came my ran­som

Why should I fear to die?

Soon my eyes will be­hold Him

Seated up­on the bright throne;

Then

O then shall I see thee

Beautiful

beau­ti­ful home.