| My heavenly home is bright and fair, We’ll be gathered home; Nor death nor sighing visit there, We’ll be gathered home: CHORUS. We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, We’ll wait till Jesus comes, And we’ll be gathered home. | | 2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion shall be mine, We’ll be gathered home. | | 3 My Father’s house is built on high, We’ll be gathered home; Above the arched and starry sky, We’ll be gathered home. | | 4 When from this earthly prison free, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion mine shall be, We’ll be gathered home. | | 5 While here, a stranger far from home, We’ll be gathered home; Affliction’s waves may round me foam, We’ll be gathered home. | | 6 Let others seek a home below, We’ll be gathered home, Which flames devour or waves o’erthrow, We’ll be gathered home. | | 7 Be mine the happier lot to own, We’ll be gathered home; A heavenly mansion near the throne, We’ll be gathered home. | | 8 Then, fail this earth, let stars decline, We’ll be gathered home; And sun and moon refuse to shine, We’ll be gathered home. | | 9 All nature sink and cease to be, We’ll be gathered home; That heavenly mansion stands for me, We’ll be gathered home. | |