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
Beyond the bar on yonder shore,
Across life’s troubled sea,
There is a city bright and fair,
Prepared for me, prepared for me.
I’ll need no light of sun or star,
When I my Savior’s face shall see;
That will be light enough for me,
Throughout a blest eternity,
Beyond the bar, beyond the bar.
Beyond the bar the King abides,
Among His jewels rare;
And some day I shall dwell with Him—
My home is there; my home is there.
Beyond the bar there is no death,
And sorrow reigns no more;
There are no bruised and bleeding hearts
On that blest shore, on that blest shore.
Beyond the bar we’ll meet again,
The friends we’ve missed so long;
And with them sing forevermore,
Unending song, unending song.