We have a home above,
From all defilement free;
A mansion which eternal love
Prepared our rest to be.

The Father’s gracious hand
Has built that blest abode;
From everlasting it was planned,
The dwelling place of God.

The Savior’s precious blood
Has made our title sure;
He passed through death’s dark, raging flood,
To make our rest secure.

The Comforter is come,
The Earnest has been given;
He leads us onward to the home
Reserved for us in heaven.

Thy love, most gracious Lord,
Our joy and strength shall be;
Till Thou shalt speak the gladdening word
That bids us rise to Thee.

And then through endless days,
Where all Thy glories shine,
In happier, holier strains we’ll praise
The grace that made us Thine.