[Music]
My heav'nly home is bright and fair,
No pain nor death can enter there;
Its glitt'ring tow'rs the sun outshine,
I hope that mansion shall be mine.
_Chorus_
I'm going home to Christ above,
I'm going to the Christian's rest,
To die no more to, die no more,
I'm going home to die no more.
My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky;
When from this earthly prison free,
I hope that mansion mine shall be.
_Chorus_
I envy not the rich and great,
Their pomp of wealth and pride of state;
My Father is a richer King,
That heav'nly mansion still I sing.
_Chorus_
The tune is identical with one used with the worldly ballad 'Three
Ravens', see Davis 562.
No. 75
COLUMBUS, OSH 67