Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
Precious is the time when He calls to Himself His own.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
Precious the time when He takes them home.

To be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord.
To see the face of Jesus is our reward.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
There's great rejoicing 'round His throne,
When one comes in whose sins He's atoned,
It's the sweetest welcome ever known.

When the earth is dry and thirsty, God in love sends healing rain.
When we let our tears flow freely, they're His gift to ease our pain.

Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
Precious is the time when He calls to Himself His own.
Precious in the sight of the Lord is the death of His saints.
Precious the time when He calls to them: "It's time - come home."
Precious the time when the Lord takes His children home.