Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

Words: R. E. Lit­tle­wood, 1858.

Music: Ano­ny­mous (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know Lit­tle­wood’s full name, or where to get a good pic­ture of him (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Lyrics

Far, far away, there’s a ma­ny-man­sioned dwell­ing,
Where the Sav­ior waits to wel­come the dear souls for whom He died;
All across the dark­some val­ley, I can hear their an­thems swell­ing,
And amid the gold­en glo­ry I can see them by His side.
In the home so far away.

Far, far away, there’s a ha­ven deep and quiet,
Where the noise­less waves lie sleep­ing on the moun­tain-shel­tered shore,
Where the surges ne­ver en­ter, where no stor­my tem­pests ri­ot,
Where the sails are furled for­ev­er and the ship goes out no more,
From the ha­ven far away.

Onward I tra­vel, in glad­ness or in sor­row,
Across these track­less wa­ters, with His love to cheer me through;
And as ev­ery sun­set closes, I can fan­cy that the mor­row
Will fire the heav’n­ly moun­tains, with the ha­ven full in view
And no long­er far away.