516 – I’m Going Home

My heav’nly home is bright and fair, Nor pain nor death can enter there; Its glitt’ring towers the sun outshine, That heav’nly mansion shall be mine.

I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I’m going home to die no more.

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My Father’s house is built on high, Far, far above the starry sky; When from this earthly prison free, That heav’nly mansion mine shall be.

I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I’m going home to die no more.

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Let others seek a home below, Which flames devour, or waves o’erflow; Be mine a happier lot to own A heav’nly mansion near the throne

I’m going home, I’m going home, I’m going home to die no more, To die no more, to die no more, I’m going home to die no more.

Music © 1968 Brentwood-Benson Music Publishing Inc. Franklin TN. All Rights Reserved. Used by permission CCLI #11346802