Thy Father’s house! thine own bright home,

And thou hast there a place for me!

Though yet an exile here I roam,

That distant home by faith I see.

2 I see its domes resplendent glow,

Where beams of God’s own glory fall;

And trees of life immortal grow,

Whose fruits o’erhang the sapphire wall.

3 I know that thou, who on the tree

Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,

Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee,

And waitest to receive me there!

4 Thy love will there array my soul

In thine own robe of spotless hue;

And I shall gaze while ages roll,

On thee, with raptures ever new!

5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet

Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er;

A Father’s warm embrace to meet,

And dwell at home for evermore!