Way out beyond the sun, beyond the moon and stars,
Across the great expanse of space is the mansion of our God.
Some sweet day life on earth will end, and the trump of God shall sound.
The Son will break the eastern sky and the ransomed will go home.
Way out beyond the universe in the twinkling of an eye,
The ransomed throng from all the ages--
Time travellers through space and time.
The trumpet will sound, the dead will rise,
And we'll all go home to Glory.
Way out beyond the sun, beyond this place of tears,
There's a fresh new universe where God's great mansions are.
The streets are made of gold and a crystal river flows,
When Jesus breaks the eastern sky,
We'll all go home to Glory.
Way out beyond the sun, beyond the moon and stars,
Across the great expanse of space to another universe,
Where all is light and peace and praise,
When we all get home in Glory.
