My Beautiful Home Is in Heaven Above

My beau­ti­ful home is in Heav­en ab­ove;

I long its fair man­sions to en­ter.

This earth with its trea­sures has naught that I love

My trea­sure awaits me in Heav­en.

There all of my sor­rows shall van­ish for aye

My ha­rass­ing cares shall no long­er hold sway;

My course I in faith shall have fin­ished.

Thro’ per­il­ous des­erts my path­way doth wind

In val­leys of sor­row I wan­der;

The light of the sun on my jour­ney I find

By ga­ther­ing clouds ov­er­sha­dowed.

My way oft grows wea­ry

I lang­uish in tears

Each mo­ment is threat­ened with tor­tur­ing fears

When al­so the tempt­er as­sails me.

But com­fort I have as I so­journ

in­deed;

The Lord is my faith­ful com­pan­ion.

My hand He has taken

me safe­ly to lead;

A help­er is He for the help­less.

If ev­er His help on my way I should miss

My soul would be bur­ied in sor­row’s ab­yss;

In dark­ness I sure­ly would per­ish.

O won­der­ful bless­ing that Je­sus is mine

That naught of His love can de­prive me!

What sol­ace in sor­row

what com­fort di­vine

To know that God’s Son is my bro­ther!

Whatever the world now be­fore me shall lay

I shall not es­teem it

but cast it away;

My far bet­ter portion is Je­sus.

All thanks and all glo­ry for aye shall be Thine

O Lord

for Thy boun­te­ous mer­cy!

Do Thou but sus­tain me and ev­er be mine;

In faith let me take my de­par­ture

From all that this earth may of trea­sure con­tain

And grant that with Thee I may ev­er re­main

Sustained to the end by Thy Spir­it.