I Go To Heaven There Is My Home


I go to heaven, there is my home,
There is no sin and no sorrow,
There is the city that shall become
My blest abode of to-morrow.

There is the joy I on earth have missed,
There is the hope that was fleeting,
And there my Lord and my Savior blest
The host of pilgrims is greeting.

I hasten on to my home on high,
With joy and gladness proceeding,
Although from weakness I oft must sigh
When wounded severely are bleeding.

I go to heaven, there is my home,
There is no sorrow, nor weeping,
There is the city where saints shall roam
And henceforth dwell in God’s keeping.