My Father's house is built on high

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.


Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #1023