Beyond the clouded sky,
Beyond where starlight fades in night—
I have a home on high.
A mansion there…not made with hands,…
A place..prepared for me;…
And while God lives,
and angels sing,
That home
my home shall be.
Beyond all pain, beyond all care,
Beyond life’s mystery.
Beyond the range of time and change—
My home’s reserved for me.
Beyond where death’s dark billows roll,
Beyond these scenes of night,
I look, while gladness fills my soul,
To yonder home of light.
My sins and sorrows, strifes and fears,
I bid them all farewell,
High up amid th’eternal years,
With Christ, my Lord, to dwell.
