In my Father’s house are many mansions. John 14:2
Angel bands are sweetly singing
Far above the starry sky,
Where with God, in endless glory,
We shall spend eternity.
Precious Savior, pure and holy,
Who for us once bled and died,
Help us that we may prove worthy
To be found at Thy right side.
This vain world is full of sorrow,
Full of sickness, death and pain,
But there waits a land immortal,
Where pure joy and gladness reign.
Fair and bright is yonder city,
Built beside the jasper sea,
Where there wait the many mansions,
Where from sin we shall be free.