What a glorious day will be then,
   when the raptures taking place;
When we all go Home to Heaven,
   see Our Saviour face to face!

All our struggles will be over,
   yes, all sorrows will be past;
For that glorious day will be there,
   with Our Lord and King at last!

When those trumpets sound in Heaven,
   in My Home, my Beaulah Land;
Then we'll be with Him forever,
   in the Hollow of His hand!

For all parting will be over,
   no more burdens for to bear;
All the fighting will be ended,
   no one sheds but one more tear!

All our loved ones gone before us,
   yes in Heaven we will see;
We can hug them, touch their faces,
   in our glorious Home to be!

Yes, My Saviour paved our way to,
   cross inside those pearly gates;
Can you feel the anthem mounting,
   as our mansion there awaits

Just a few more days to labor,
   just a few more wars to fight;
Till those trumpets echo sounding,
   and we take our Heavenly flight!