Homesick For Heaven

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, 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. The Greatest 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. 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. 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.