Scripture Verse

In My Fa­ther’s house are many mansions; if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2

Introduction

Words: Ja­nette W. Trench, 1881.

Music: Drink to Me On­ly, old Eng­lish air (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Trench (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

How blest a home! The Fa­ther’s house!
There love divine doth rest;
What else could satisfy the hearts
Of those in Je­sus blest?
His home made ours—His Fa­ther’s love
Our heart’s full portion given,
The portion of the Firstborn Son,
The full delight of Heav’n.

Oh, what a home! The Son who knows,
He only—all His love;
And brings us as His well belovèd,
To that bright rest above,
Dwells in His bosom—knoweth all
That in that bosom lies,
And came to earth to make it known,
That we might share His joys.

Oh, what a home! There fullest love
Flows through its courts of light;
The Son’s divine affections flow
Throughout its depth and height.
And full response the Fa­ther gives,
To fill with joy the heart—
No cloud is there to dim the scene,
Or shadow to impart.

Oh, what a home! But such His love
That He must bring us there,
To fill that home, to be with Him,
And all His glo­ry share.
The Fa­ther’s house, the Fa­ther’s heart,
All that the Son is given
Made ours—the objects of His love
And He, our joy in Heav’n.