O house of many mansions,
Thy doors are open wide,
And dear are all the faces
Upon the other side.
Thy portals they are golden,
And those who enter in
Shall know no more of sorrow,
Of weariness and sin.

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O house of many mansions,
Thy doors are open wide,
And dear are all the faces
Upon the other side.

O house of many mansions,
My weary spirit waits
And longs to join the ransomed
Within thy pearly gates;
Who enter through thy portals,
The mansions of the blest;
Who come to thee a-weary,
And find in thee their rest.

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O house of many mansions,
O house not made with hands,
I sigh for thee while waiting
Within these border lands.
I know that but in dying,
The threshold is crossed o’er;
There shall be no more sorrow
In thy for­ev­er­more.

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