Oh! why did Jesus leave His home
Above the bright blue sky,
And all the joy and transports there,
To come to earth to die?

'Twas love, pure love, which brought Him from
Above the bright blue sky;
'Twas love, pure love, which made Him come
To suffer, bleed and die.

And now He's gone, and lives again
Above the bright blue sky;
And all who taste His saving grace
Shall live with Him on high.

Oh, blessed home of endless rest,
The home of peace and joy!
How sweet will be the song of praise
Above the bright blue sky.