This world is not what it was (E)meant to be;

all this pain, all this (E)suf fer ing.

There’s a bet ter place (E)wait ing for me in (C#m7)heav en.

Lay Ev ’ry tear dens, will be (E)wiped a way,

I ev ’ry sor row and (E)sin e rased.

We’ll dance on might y of a (E)maz ing grace in (C#m7)heav en,

in (Asus2)heav en.

I’m go ing (E)home where the streets are gold en,

ev ’ry chain is bro ken.

Oh, I wan na go,

oh, I wan na go (E)home, where ev ’ry fear is gone,

I’m in Your o pen arms

where I be long.

(E)Home.

Lay down my tear dens, I lay (E)down my past.

I run to Je sus, no (E)turn ing back.

Thank God Al might y I’ll be (E)free at last in (C#m7)heav en,

in (Asus2)heav en.

I’m go ing (E)home where the streets are gold en,

ev ’ry chain is bro ken.

Oh, I wan na go,

oh, I wan na go (E)home, where ev ’ry fear is gone,

I’m in Your o pen arms

where I be long.

(E)Home.

(E)Blind ed eyes will (A)fi n’lly see, the (E)dead will rise on the (A)shores of e ter ni ty.

The (E)trump will sound, the (F#m7)an gels will sing, “Hal le (C#m7)lu jah!

Hal le (E)lu jah!” (A)I am go (B7sus)ing (E)home where the streets are gold en,

ev ’ry chain is bro ken.

Oh, I wan na go,

oh, I wan na go (E)home, where ev ’ry fear is gone,

I’m in Your o pen arms

where I be long,

where I be long.

I’m go ing home.

I’m go ing home.

I’m on my way (E)home.

I’m go ing home.