Over yon­der stands the man­sion
Christ pre­pared for me;
God or­dained that I should have it
From eter­ni­ty;
And I’ll send a pray­er before me,
Ere I cross the foam,
Angels, get my man­sion rea­dy,
I am com­ing home.

Refrain

I am com­ing home to Hea­ven,
With the an­gels there to dwell;
I am com­ing home to glo­ry,
Where I’ll ne­ver say fare­well;
I am com­ing to that ci­ty,
Nevermore to roam;
Angels, get my man­sion rea­dy,
I am com­ing home.

Purer are the joys up yon­der
Than the halls of mirth,
Grander are the songs eter­nal
Than the songs of earth;
Sweeter is the bread of Hea­ven
Than the ho­ney­comb;
Angels, get my man­sion rea­dy,
I am com­ing home.

Refrain

Though a pil­grim I have wan­dered
In the val­ley here,
Now unto the bless­èd home­land
I am draw­ing near;
Soon amid these scenes of sor­row
I will cease to roam,
Angels, get my man­sion rea­dy,
I am com­ing home.

Refrain

When my work be­low is end­ed
And my race is run,
I will hear my Sav­ior call­ing
At the set of sun;
Then I’ll send a mes­sage up­ward,
Past yon vault­ed dome,
Angels, get my man­sion rea­dy,
I am com­ing home.

Refrain