Text: | My Father's house is built on high |
Author: | Anon. |
1 My Father's house is built on high,
Far, far above the starry sky:
When from this earthly prison free,
That heavenly mansion mine shall be.
I'm going home, &c.
2 While here a stranger, far from home,
Affliction's waves may round me foam;
And though, like Lazarus, sick and poor,
My heavenly mansion is secure.
I'm going home, &c.
3 Let others seek a home below,
Which flames devour and waves o'erflow;
Be mine the happier lot to own
A heavenly mansion near the throne.
I'm going home, &c.
4 Then fail this earth, let stars decline,
And sun and moon refuse to shine,
All nature sink and cease to be,
That heavenly mansion stands for me.
I'm going home, &c.
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First Line: | My Father's house is built on high |
Author: | Anon. |
Meter: | 8s, P |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | I'm Going Home |