The blest Saviour, Jesus, has gone to prepare
Such a beautiful home in the sky.
And He says He will come,
And lead to that home,
Every sinner that’s born from on high.
How sweetly their voices shall praise
Him up there
For the blessings His hand has bestowed,
They’ll shine there so bright
In their robes of white
For they all have been washed in His blood.
And crowns they shall wear of the purest gold,
And a wonderful song they shall sing,
And each shall cast down His glittering crown,
At the feet of the heavenly King.
And happy, amid this bright, joyous
throng,
Shall many a little one sing.
How happy for me
Among them to be,
With the Giver of every good thing!
ML 10/04/1959