I just read this and thought it worth sharing.

 "Thoughts of Home;

I've been thinking of home, 

of "my Father's house,

Where the many mansions be," 

Of the city whose streets are paved with gold, 

Of its jasper walls, so fair to behold,

Which the righteous alone shall see.

I've been thinking of home, 

where they need not the light

Of the sun, nor moon, nor star; 

Where the gates of pearl 

"are not shut by day, 

For no night is there," 

but the weary may

Find rest from the world afar.

I've been thinking of home, 

of the river of life

That flows through the city so pure; Of the tree that stands 

by the side of the stream, 

Whose leaves in mercy 

with blessings teem,

The sin-wounded soul to cure.

I 've been thinking of home, 

of the loved ones there,

Dear friends who have gone before, With whom we walked 

to the death river side, 

And sadly thought, 

as we watched the tide,

Of the happy days of yore.

I've been thinking of home, 

and my heart is full

Of love for the Lamb of God, 

Who His precious life 

as a ransom gave 

For a simple race, 

e'en our souls to save

From justice's avenging rod.

I've been thinking of home, 

and I 'm homesick now;

My spirit doth long to be 

In "the better land," 

where the ransomed sing 

Of the love of Christ, 

their Redeemer, King,

Of mercy so costly, so free.

I've been thinking of home, yea,

 "home, sweet home;

O, there may we all unite

With the white-robed throng, 

and forever raise 

To the triune God 

sweetest songs of praise,

With glory, and honor, and might!" 

Found in Samuel Rutherford's 

Garden of Spices.