Scripture Verse

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


Horatius Bonar (1808–1889)

Words: Ho­ra­ti­us Bo­nar, Hymns of Faith and Hope, third ser­ies, 1866.

Music: Bo­nar (Cal­kin) John B. Cal­kin, 1867 (🔊 pdf nwc).

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

John B. Calkin (1827–1905)


Upward where the stars are burn­ing,
Silent, si­lent in their turn­ing
Round the ne­ver chang­ing pole;
Upward where the sky is bright­est,
Upward where the blue is light­est,
Lift I now my long­ing soul.

Far above that arch of glad­ness,
Far be­yond these clouds of sad­ness,
Are the ma­ny man­sions fair.
Far from pain and sin and fol­ly,
In that palace of the ho­ly,
I would find my man­sion there.

Where the glo­ry bright­ly dwell­eth,
Where the new song sweet­ly swell­eth,
And the dis­cord ne­ver comes;
Where life’s stream is ev­er lav­ing,
And the palm is ev­er wav­ing,
That must be the home of homes.

Where the Lamb on high is seat­ed,
By ten thou­sand voic­es greet­ed,
Lord of lords, and King of kings.
Son of Man, they crown, they crown Him,
Son of God, they own, they own Him;
With His name the pa­lace rings.

Blessing, hon­or, with­out mea­sure,
Heavenly rich­es, earth­ly trea­sure,
Lay we at His bless­èd feet:
Poor the praise that now we ren­der,
Loud shall be our voic­es yon­der,
When be­fore His throne we meet.