1 By faith in a glorified Christ on the throne,
We give up the joys of the world to its own;
As strangers and pilgrims we plainly declare,
Our home is up yonder;
But will you be there?
Refrain:
Home, home, sweet, sweet home;
There’s no friend like Jesus,
There’s no place like home.
2 We’re watching for Jesus, Who entered within
The holiest of all, when He put away sin;
A place in the glory He’s gone to prepare,
Where we shall be with Him;
But will you be there? [Refrain]
3 We’re waiting for Jesus; His promise is plain,
His Word’s sure and steadfast, He’s coming again;
A numberless people will meet in the air
The Lord who redeemed them;
But will you be there? [Refrain]
4 In the home of our Father the banquet is spread,
There the naked are clothed and the hungry are fed;
The house is fast filling—there’s yet room to spare;
Not a seat will be vacant;
But will you be there? [Refrain]
Source: Evangelistic Songs #27