My Home

My home, my home, the one that I love.
My home, my home, with Jesus above.
Now He is calling; I hear Him say, "Come.
Come, oh, come to Me now in My home."

Soon I'll be wending my way up above,
Dwelling at last in the land that I love.
Transported aloft by God's holy dove,
To feed on the riches of God's treasure trove.

The voice of my Savior I hear on the air.
Calling me, "Come to My home over there.
Leave all behind you, all sorrow, all care."
Calling, still calling, "God answered your prayer."

Now I rejoice I have joyed in my soul.
Jesus has made me a place in his fold.
Now I am here with the dear saints of old.
Called to abide in my home of pure gold.