Beyond the light of setting suns,

Beyond the clouded sky,

Beyond where starlight fades in night,

I have a home on high.

Beyond all pain, beyond all care;

Beyond life’s mystery,

Beyond the range of time and change,

My home’s reserved for me.

Swiftly flying worlds, their nights that roll

Far out on seas of light,

Will bring no darkness to my soul;

My home’s beyond the night.

My sins and sorrows, strifes and fears,

I bid them all farewell,

High up amid th’eternal years

With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.

A mansion there not made with hands,

A place prepared for me;

And while God lives, and angels sing,

That home my home shall be.