By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
I was standing by the window
One dark and cloudy day
And I saw the hearse come waiting
For to carry my mother away.
Well I told the undertaker
"Undertaker, please drive slow
For this body you are hauling
Lord, I hate to see her go"
So I followed close behind her
Tried to hold up and be brave
But I could not hide my sorrow
When they laid her in the grave.
Will the circle be unbroken?
By and by, Lord, by and by
There's a better home awaiting
In the sky, Lord, in the sky.
In a better home waiting, in the sky, in the sky?
There are loved ones in the glory, whose dear forms you often miss;
When you close your earthly story, will you join them in their bliss?
In the joyous days of childhood, oft they told of wondrous love,
Pointed to the dying Saviour, now they dwell with Him above.
You can picture happy gatherings round the fireside long ago,
And you think of tearful partings, when they left you here below:
One by one their seats were emptied, one by one they went away;
Here the circle has been broken -- will it be complete one day?
