I'm looking for a glorious home,
A country bright and fair,
Where no dread curse is ever known,
Nor sin shall enter there;
It is that good and heavenly land
Promised so long ago,
To all who keep God's just commands,
And only Jesus know.
I'm looking for a kingdom here
For which the pilgrim sighs,
Which on this earth will soon appear,
To greet our joyful eyes;
Jesus, the true and rightful heir,
Will reign on David's throne,
He will the royal scepter bear,
And claim the power his own.
I'm looking for the coming One
In glory and in pomp,
To raise from earth his sleeping sons,
With sound of mighty trump;
To give the saints eternal rest—
To save from death and sin,
To consummate my hope so blest—
Come Saviour, come again!