The Lights of Home

John tells of a city that He saw

coming down

Where no sorrow or pain will be known

And some day we will go there

through God's marvellous grace,

Forever live in that Heavenly home.

Oh, I can almost see the lights of that city,

I see them gathering all around

the great white throne

Through faith in my Savior

And His wonderful love,

Oh, I can almost see the lights of home.

Well, sometimes when I'm burdened,

And my cross gets hard to bear,

and old Satan, he tries to dim my view.

Then I look up to Jesus,

He is standing close by

And once again His great light

shines through.

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