I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2
My Redeemer has gone to prepare
Blessèd mansions of rest by and by;
Soon He’ll call me home to rest
With the ransomed and the blest,
For it all will be glory by and by.
How I long for that rest
In the home of the blest,
’Twill be sweet when we meet
Oh, it will be glory by and by.
I’ve no treasures to bind me below
In this land full of sorrow and woe;
All my treasures are above
In that land of peace and love.
Soon I’ll go and shall rest forevermore.
I shall sing home at last by and by,
And my voice will be tuned to the lyre;
Then my song shall ever be,
Home at rest beyond the sea,
It will all soon be glory by and by.