1.

Lord, Thy bride is now waiting,
Whom Thou soon shalt be taking
From earth’s storms and noise, home to the Father’s house.
Glory, glory eternal is there.

Chorus:

Home, O precious home;
Beautiful heav’nly home!
Sin no more is present;
Home, O precious home.

2.

Here the pathway is narrow;
Not so many will follow.
Few this way will choose and their own lives here lose,
Like their Master when He was on earth.

3.

Here we’ve many temptations.
Sin would try to imprison.
Strength comes, Lord, from Thee, so we transformed can be.
Thanks, O Lord, for this hope we’ve received.

Written by Ingrid Bekkevold (published in 1947)Composed by Pauli SanderText and melody © Stiftelsen Skjulte Skatters ForlagNorway ⋅ A