I Have a Home Above

I have a home above

From sin and sor­row free;

A man­sion which eter­nal love

Designed and formed for me.

My Fa­ther’s gra­cious hand

Has built this sweet ab­ode;

From ev­er­last­ing it was planned—

My dwell­ing place with God.

My Sav­ior’s pre­cious blood

Has made my ti­tle sure;

He passed thro’ death’s dark rag­ing flood

To make my rest se­cure.

The Com­fort­er has come

The ear­nest has been giv­en;

He leads me on­ward to the home

Reserved for me in Heav­en.

Loved ones are gone be­fore

Whose pil­grim days are done;

I soon shall greet them on that shore

Where part­ings are un­known.