THERE'S a home of light and glory,
Fairer far than Canaan's land,
Where the spoiler cannot enter,
Undisturbed by man's rude hand.
Canaan flowed with milk and honey,
God looked down on it with love,
But He lives, and loves forever,
In that happy land above.
God to Canaan brought His people,
Thro' the flood and thro' the sea,
Jesus ope'd the way to heaven,
Through the floods of death for me.
He has pass'd from death's dark river,
Up on high to God's right hand,
Now the way is cleared forever,
Nothing bars me from that land.
There, in pleasures never ceasing,
All God's children have a part,
For the place where Jesus brings them
Is His Father's house and heart.
And e'en now they taste those pleasures,
Though they wait to join Him there,
For their hearts are there already,
While His Father's love they share.
Jesus likes His lambs to follow
Close to Him, like faithful Ruth
Trusting in Him, and believing
All His love and grace and truth.
There they learn in joy and gladness
All it is to be His own,
Where HE lives, to live forever,
Where He died, to have no home.