The Saviour, Jesus, is gone to prepare
Such a beautiful home in the sky,
And He says He will come,
And lead to that home,
Every sinner that’s born from on high.
And happy amid this bright joyous throng
Shall many a little one sing,
May I join them, and raise
My voice to the praise,
Of the Giver of every good thing.
I’d like to go to that Heaven so bright,
For joy beams, in that World, on each face,
But if there I would go,
On earth I must know
As my Saviour the Lord of that place.
ML 11/22/1936