There is a house in New Jerusalem
They call the House of Grace,
And it’s been the salvation of many a poor soul,
And God, I know I’m one.
My mother was a faithful woman,
She sewed my new blue jeans,
My father was a preacher man,
In the valley of the redeemed.
Oh mother, tell your children,
Not to do as I have done,
Don’t spend your life in sin and strife,
Find peace in the House of the Son.
I’ve got one foot on the narrow path,
The other on the golden shore,
I’m going back to New Jerusalem,
To be lost in sin no more.
So children, heed the warning,
Before you’re undone,
Surrender your hearts, not to worldly parts,
But to the House of the Rising Son.
In the House of the Rising Son,
There’s prayer and hymn and song,
They’re singing about a new day dawning,
Where the righteous belong.
The house is bright, in endless light,
It stands on holy ground,
There is peace and joy, for every girl and boy,
In the house where love is found.
So mothers, tell your children,
The journey’s just begun,
To find their home, where they’ll never be alone,
In the House of the Rising Son.
I’m going back to find redemption,
With a heart that’s tried and true,
I’m heading for the House of Grace,
Oh, God, I know I’m coming to you.