Just over the river are palaces grand,
And mansions so lovely and fair;
They're fashioned and made by our Saviour's own hand;
And he is awaiting us there.
Home, home beautiful home,
Beautiful home above;
Home, home, wonderful home,
Home of our Father's love.
Tho' storm clouds and tempests awhile must abide,
And trials and crosses must come;
The mansions are ready, the portals are wide,
And Jesus is beck'ning us home.
Home, home beautiful home,
Beautiful home above;
Home, home, wonderful home,
Home of our Father's love.
A few weary journeys, a few busy days,
'Mid tears and temptations and pray'r;
Our pray'rs will be turned to hosannas of praise,
As Jesus shall welcome us home.
Home, home beautiful home,
Beautiful home above;
Home, home, wonderful home,
Home of our Father's love.
Forever we'll dwell in those mansions on high,
And bask in the glory of God;
Rememb'ring this life as a short broken sigh,
Forgetting the thorns we have trod.
Home, home beautiful home,
Beautiful home above;
Home, home, wonderful home,
Home of our Father's love.
This song is Copyright © 2025 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Mrs. T. M. Griffin and are in the Pubic Domain. The A.I. Samplings are Copyright by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis.
