Scripture Verse

In my Father’s house there are many rooms…I am going there to prepare a place for you. John 14:2


Fanny Crosby

Words: Fan­ny Cros­by, in Win­ning Songs, by John Swe­ney et al. (Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: John J. Hood, 1892).

Music: John R. Swe­ney (🔊 pdf nwc).

John R. Sweney


We sing of a land
Where the servants of God
Shall meet when their journey is o’er,
And clasp their glad hands
As they gather at morn,
To labor and sorrow no more.


We sing of the beautiful
Mansions of rest
Our Savior has gone to prepare;
And oh, when we think
Of the bliss they unfold,
In spirit, how oft we are there.

We sing of a land
Where the leaves never fall,
A land where their bloom never dies;
And Jesus Himself,
With His own loving hand,
Will wipe every tear from our eyes.


We sing of the palms
That the conquerors wave,
Who triumphed through Jesus our Lord;
Who fought to the last,
And with shouts on their tongues,
Went home to receive their reward.


We sing of the friends
Who are waiting today
For us in that region so fair;
But who can describe
What a joy it will be
To know that indeed we are there?