1 Oh, my hope is as bright as the clear noonday sun,
That my soul shall find rest when life's journey is done,
In the haven of rest, the bright home over here
That my dear, loving Saviour has gone to prepare.

2 I hope to live there, yes, I hope to live there,
When I'm called from this life with its toil and its care;
In that kingdom above, with its mansions so fair,
With Jesus, my Saviour, I hope to live there.

3 Yes, this hope is my strength when the battle is fierce,
'Tis a shield that no dart of the tempter can pierce;
It will bear me triumphantly over death's wave,
For it rests upon Jesus, the mighty to save.

4 I hope to live there, yes, I hope to live there,
When I'm called from this life with its toil and its care;
In that kingdom above, with its mansions so fair,
With Jesus, my Saviour, I hope to live there.

5 It has kept me when weak, it has cheered me when sad,
In affliction it comforts and makes my heart glad;
It has lightened my burden, and filled me with song,
And I'm shouting to-day as I journey along.

6 I hope to live there, yes, I hope to live there,
When I'm called from this life with its toil and its care;
In that kingdom above, with its mansions so fair,
With Jesus, my Saviour, I hope to live there.