I SHALL soon be at home,
Where no sorrow can come,
No sin, no temptation, no care;
But all will be peace
In those mansions of bliss,
For my soul’s best Beloved is there.
I shall soon be at home,
No longer to roam
As a stranger and pilgrim below;
But from earth I shall rise
To my home in the skies,
My Saviour’s full sweetness to know.
I shall soon be at home,
For my loved One is gone
To make ready those mansions for me;
And soon, in His love,
He’ll bear me above,
In His presence forever to be.
I shall soon be at home,
When my warfare is done,
And my pilgrimage journey is past,
My soul, free from care
And everything here,
Shall anchor in safety at last.
And though for a while
I may wander and toil
In a wilderness lonely and drear,
Yet my heart is above,
With Him whom I love,
And my warmest affections are there.
Oh, glorious abode
Of my Saviour and God,
Ah, when will my loved One appear?
I long to be gone
To my heavenly home,
For there’s nothing worth having down here.
Yet I will not complain,
For ere long I shall reign
Where no suffering, no sorrow can come;
So I’ll force my way through,
And sing as I go—
“Home! home! I shall soon be at home!”