Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

Words: Charles A. J. Marsh, in Make His Praise Glo­ri­ous, ed­it­ed by Ed­win Ex­cell (Chi­ca­go, Il­li­nois: E. O. Ex­cell, 1900), num­ber 3.

Music: Sa­ra­so­ta Ed­win O. Ex­cell, 1900 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

portrait
Edwin O. Excell (1851–1921)

Lyrics

In Heav’n are many man­sions fair,
No sin, no grief, no sor­row there;
In Heav’n God’s wea­ry ones find rest,
His child­ren are for­ev­er blest.

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O praise Him with your voice and sing,
Till earth and Heav’n with an­thems ring;
Rejoice! re­joice! blest be the Word,
Ye shall be ev­er with the Lord.

In Heav’n the ho­ly an­gels dwell,
And loud their joy­ful an­thems swell;
In Heav’n God’s saints their voic­es raise,
And join with an­gels in His praise.

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On earth, in Heav’n, the ran­somed sing
The glo­ry of their Sav­ior, King;
Their song on earth re­deem­ing love,
And that their song in Heav’n above.

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Then com­fort ye your hearts, nor fear,
For Heav’n to earth is ve­ry near;
And there the saints who love His Word
Shall be for­ev­er with their Lord.

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