THAT BRIGHT HOME OF THE SOUL

I sing of a home
That bright home of the soul
Where we all shall rejoice
While the long ages roll.

And all shall be glad
In those mansions so fair;
No sorrow nor pain
Will be ours over there.

The lame man shall leap,
And the blind, see their King;
The voice of the dumb
With Hosannahs shall ring.

We'll meet all our loved ones
Who've gone on before,
And join them in praise
Of the Christ we adore.