I’m Going Home at Last

When I see life’s gold­en sun­set

Lighting up the ro­sy west

When the sha­dows back­ward

O’er my way are cast;

I shall look up­on that mo­ment

As the one su­preme­ly blest

I’m go­ing home at last.

I’m go­ing home at last

I’m go­ing home at last;

When my work on earth is end­ed

And my race be­low is run

I’m go­ing home at last.

Tho’ the road at times was wea­ry

Over which my feet have trod

Tho’ thro’ many tri­bu­la­tions

I have passed;

Yet I soon will reach my man­sion

In the ci­ty of our God

I’m go­ing home at last.

When I pass down thro’ the val­ley

And the sha­dow of the dead

To my bless­èd Sav­ior’s hand

I will hold fast;

He has pro­mised to go with me

So my soul will have no dread

I’m go­ing home at last.