In My Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you. John 14:2
Have you heard of that heavenly home,
Just beyond the rough wilds where we roam,
Where the angels of light,
And the saints robed in white,
Lift their voices in song ’round the throne?
Where Jesus is waiting for me,
Where Jesus is waiting for me
In those mansions so fair,
He has gone to prepare,
Where Jesus is waiting for me.
How I long for that beautiful home,
Just beyond the dark vale and the tomb!
For my loved ones are there,
In those palaces fair,
They are waiting for me by the throne.
I will welcome the dawn of the day,
When the trumpet shall call me away
To my sweet, peaceful rest,
In the home of the blest,
In the light of that radiant throne.