My God went there, prepared a Home
A mansion in the sky
What glory and splendor we'll behold
The very day we die!
We'll all rise up when trumpet sounds
To take Our Saviour's Hand
He'll guide us Home right through those clouds
To Home in Beulah Land!
We'll stop in awe at massive gates
Huge pearls swing open wide
That's but the entrance to our Home
Go on now, step inside!
Your mouth will drop right when you see
The sights of Glory Land
When beauty melds with Heaven's sound
Of Angels in His band!
Take in the sights, soak up the sounds
And stroll down streets of gold
But watch real close 'cause soon you'll see
Your loved ones there to hold!
Now grab their hands and don't lose pace
There's so much more to see
You've yet to meet Him face to face
  My Lord, The Prince of Peace!
These words can't even start to show
What glory that will be
That moment when those trumpets sound
From Heaven's Jubilee!