The Light of My Heavenly Home

The sun­light is fad­ing

The night is draw­ing nigh

And swift­ly the dark­ness

Falls ov­er earth and sky;

But light still is near me

Tho’ thick the sha­dows come

’Tis the light of my heav­en­ly home.

’Tis the light of my heav­en­ly home

’Tis the light of my heav­en­ly home

Tho’ the sha­dows may fall

And the dark­ness may come

I’ve the light of my heav­en­ly home.

The cold winds are sweep­ing

Over yon rug­ged height

But fac­ing it on­ward

The drea­ry way I fight;

The prize is be­fore me

I’ll reach it

and so soon

’Tis the light of my heav­en­ly home.

This path which is nar­row

I tra­vel all alone

For friends once were with me

Long wea­ry since have grown;

I’m near­ing the Sav­ior

He’s call­ing for His own

To the light of my heav­en­ly home.

The sha­dows are clear­ing

Earth’s scenes be­fore me flee

The morn­ing of glo­ry

Is break­ing now to me;

The Sav­ior doth wel­come

And bid­deth me to come.

He’s the light of my heav­en­ly home.