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.

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