In My Father’s house are many mansions. John 14:2
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
If you know where to get a good photo of Roach (head-and-shoulders, at least 200×300 pixels), would you ?
I sing of Heav’n, that world of light
Beyond the azure skies,
Where never comes the gloom of night,
Where grandest glories rise.
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
No sorrow, pain, nor care,
Nor death, shall cast a blighting shade—
No sin can enter there.
The heav’nly city I behold,
In grandeur bright and clear,
With pearly gates and streets of gold,
And walls of jewels rare.
There, shining ranks of angels stand,
And children there I see—
O, what a bright seraphic band!
When will they come for me?
Some day, on radiant wing, they’ll come
And bear me to the skies,
To join them in their happy home,
And prove that