My heavenly home is bright and fair
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My heavenly home is bright and fair;Nor pain, nor death can enter there;Its glittering towers the sun outshine;That heavenly mansion shall be mine.
Chorus.
I'm going home, I'm going home,I'm going home to die no more;To die no more, to die no more,I'm going home to die no more.
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My Father's house is built on high,Far, far above the starry sky;When from this earthly prison free,That heavenly mansion mine shall be.
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While here a stranger, far from home,Affliction's waves may round me foam;And though, like Lazarus, sick and poor,My heavenly mansion is secure.