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Come, all my dear brethren,
and help me to sing,
I’m going to Jesus,
He’s heaven’s great King.
He died to atone
for the sins of the world;
His banner is flying,
His sails are unfurled.
Heav’n’s my home,
I’m going to Jesus,
for heav’n’s my home.
While here in the valley
of conflict I stay,
Oh give me submission,
and strength as my day,
In all my afflictions
to Thee would I come,
Rejoicing in hope
of my glorious home.
Heav’n’s my home,
I’m going to Jesus,
for heav’n’s my home.
I long, dearest Lord,
in Thy beauties to shine,
No more as an exile
in sorrow to pine;
And in Thy dear image
arise from the tomb,
With glorified millions
to praise Thee at home.
Heav’n’s my home,
I’m going to Jesus,
for heav’n’s my home.
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11 11 11 11 with refrain
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HEAVEN'S MY HOME
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