Homesick for Heaven

by Henry de Fluiter

So dear to my heart is the promise of God,

A home with the pure and blest;

Where earth weary pilgrims, strangers here below,

Will find their eternal rest.

I'm homesick for heaven, seems I cannot wait,

Yearning to enter Zion's pearly gate;

There, never a heartache, never a care,

I long for my home over there.

'Tis Eden, fair Eden, I long to behold,

Where naught can despoil that's fair;

Where saints of all ages, hold communion sweet,

The glories of heaven share.

I'm homesick for heaven, seems I cannot wait,

Yearning to enter Zion's pearly gate;

There, never a heartache, never a care,

I long for my home over there.

But chiefest of all is the thought that enthralls,

That I shall behold my King;

Rejoice in His presence, revel in His grace,

And ever His praises sing.

I'm homesick for heaven, seems I cannot wait,

Yearning to enter Zion's pearly gate;

There, never a heartache, never a care,

I long for my home over there.