|Location in The Sacred Harp|
A home in Heaven! what a joyful thought,
As the poor man toils in his weary lot!
His heart oppressed, and with anguish driven,
From his home below—to his home in Heaven.
Home in Heaven 41, Stanza 1
A home in Heaven! as the sufferer lies
On his bed of pain, and uplifts his eyes
To that bright home, what a joy is given,
With the blessed thought of his home in Heaven.
Home in Heaven 41, Stanza 2
A home in Heaven! when our pleasures fade,
And our wealth and fame in the dust are laid;
And strength decays, and our health is riven,
We are happy still with our home in Heaven.
A home in Heaven! when the faint heart bleeds
By the Spirit’s stroke for its evil deeds;
Oh! then what bliss in that heart forgiven,
Does the hope inspire of a home in Heaven.
Home in Heaven 41, Stanza 3
A home in Heaven! when our friends are fled
To the cheerless gloom of the mouldering dead;
We wait in hope on the promise given;
We will meet up there in our home in Heaven.
Home in Heaven 41, Stanza 4
A home in Heaven! when the wheel is broke,
And the golden bowl by the terror-stroke;
When life’s bright sun sinks in death’s dark even,
We will then fly up to our home in Heaven.
Our home in Heaven! oh, the glorious home,
And the Spirit joined with the bride says “come!”
Come, seek his face, and your sins forgiven,
And rejoice in hope of your home in Heaven.