How sweet 'tis to think, when this life fades away, We've a mansion in heaven that knows no decay. A city of light, where we freely may roam, The kingdom of promise, the saints happy home. Chorus: Home, home sweet, sweet home, We've a mansion in heaven, the saints happy home. Oh, why should we murmur and grieve here below, When it's only a moment of suff'ring we know. Compared to the glory revealed to us there, On th'sweet banks of Canaan, so blooming and fair. (Chorus) A vision of beauty now bursts on my sight, From the city celestial, the land of delight. O rest thee, my spirit, till Jesus shall come, And bear thee away to the saints happy home. (Chorus)