Scripture Verse

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

Introduction

Words: Tho­mas E. Roach, in Gems of Praise, by John Swe­ney (Phil­a­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Me­thod­ist Epis­co­pal Book Room, 1876), page 113. Ded­i­cat­ed to the In­fant Class.

Little Al­lie Roach died in Wash­ing­ton, aged two years and a half. Al­lie was a sweet sing­er. A few days be­fore he was taken sick he sang a verse of a hymn, and then said, Less pay, and, kneel­ing de­vout­ly, re­peat­ed twice, O God! Hea­ven’s nice—thank you.

Gems of Praise, 1876

Music: Jiang­su John R. Swe­ney, 1876 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Roach (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?

portrait
John R. Sweney
(1837–1899)

Lyrics

I sing of Heav’n, that world of light
Beyond the azure skies,
Where never comes the gloom of night,
Where grandest glories rise.

Refrain

O, Heaven’s nice! I know it is
All beautiful and fair;
Brighter, better world than this,
And I’ve a mansion there.

That Heaven must be nice indeed—
No sorrow, pain, nor care,
Nor death, shall cast a blighting shade—
No sin can enter there.

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The heav’nly city I behold,
In grandeur bright and clear,
With pearly gates and streets of gold,
And walls of jewels rare.

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There, shining ranks of angels stand,
And children there I see—
O, what a bright seraphic band!
When will they come for me?

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Some day, on radiant wing, they’ll come
And bear me to the skies,
To join them in their happy home,
And prove that Heaven’s nice.

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