My God went there, prepared a Home,
a mansion in the sky;
What glorious splendor we'll behold,
that 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 the 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!