Fellowship Hall

I've heard of a beautiful city above, Where no one can go astray; And since I am trusting His wonderful love, I'll make it my home some day.

I'll make it my home some day, When shadows have passed away; A mansion of love is waiting above, I'll make it my home some day.

I've heard of a city with streets of pure gold, Where treasures can not decay; Where love's blesed story with rapture is told, I'll make it my home some day.

I'll make it my home some day, When shadows have passed away; A mansion of love is waiting above, I'll make it my home some day.

I've heard of a city where stands the great throne, And angels in white array, Are praising my Lord, with my loved and His own, I'll make it my home someday.

I'll make it my home some day, When shadows have passed away; A mansion of love is waiting above, I'll make it my home some day.

So patiently, lovingly trusting my Lord, Till I shall be called away, I labor and wait, for I know His reward, My soul shall enjoy some day.

I'll make it my home some day, When shadows have passed away; A mansion of love is waiting above, I'll make it my home some day.