Scripture Verse

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


Fanny Crosby (1820–1915)

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, 1888. Ap­peared in Sac­red Trio, ed­it­ed by John Swe­ney, Will­iam J. Kirk­pat­rick & John J. Lowe (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1889), num­ber 155. Some hym­nals give the au­thor as James L. Black, one of Fan­ny’s ma­ny pseu­do­nyms.

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney (1837–1899)


In the good old way where the saints have gone,
And the King leads on be­fore us,
We are tra­vel­ing home to the heav’n­ly hills,
With the day­star shin­ing o’er us.


Traveling home to the man­sions fair,
Crowns of re­joic­ing and life to wear;
O what a shout when we all get there
Safe in the glo­ry land.

In the good old way like the ran­somed throng,
Unto Zi­on now re­turn­ing,
We are tra­vel­ing home at the King’s com­mand,
And our lamps are trimmed and burn­ing.


In the good old way with a stead­fast faith,
In the bonds of love and un­ion,
What a joy is ours, for the King we see,
And with Him we hold com­mun­ion.


Tho’ our feet must stand on the cold, cold brink
Of the Jord­an’s stor­my river,
With the King we’ll cross to the oth­er side,
And we’ll sing His praise for­ev­er.