Scripture Verse

In My Father’s house are many mansions. John 14:2


Words: Tho­mas E. Roach, in Gems of Praise, by John Swe­ney (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Me­tho­dist Epis­co­pal Book Room, 1876), page 113. Ded­i­cat­ed to the In­fant Class.

Little Al­lie Roach died in Wash­ing­ton, aged two years and a half. Al­lie was a sweet sing­er. A few days be­fore he was taken sick he sang a verse of a hymn, and then said, Less pay, and, kneel­ing de­vout­ly, re­peat­ed twice, O God! Hea­ven’s nice—thank you.

Gems of Praise, 1876

Music: Jiang­su John R. Swe­ney, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Roach (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

John R. Sweney


I sing of Heav’n, that world of light
Beyond the azure skies,
Where never comes the gloom of night,
Where grandest glories rise.


O, Heaven’s nice! I know it is
All beautiful and fair;
Brighter, better world than this,
And I’ve a mansion there.

That Heaven must be nice indeed—
No sorrow, pain, nor care,
Nor death, shall cast a blighting shade—
No sin can enter there.


The heav’nly city I behold,
In grandeur bright and clear,
With pearly gates and streets of gold,
And walls of jewels rare.


There, shining ranks of angels stand,
And children there I see—
O, what a bright seraphic band!
When will they come for me?


Some day, on radiant wing, they’ll come
And bear me to the skies,
To join them in their happy home,
And prove that Heaven’s nice.