In My Father’s house are many mansions. John 14:2
When we get home, O blessèd hope!
We speak the words with trembling tongue,
While in this world of sin we grope,
Where heads are bowed and hearts are wrung.
When we get home, when we get home,
To heav’nly lands and mansions fair,
When we have crossed cold Jordan’s foam,
How sweet will be our welcome there.
When we get home, O sweet release,
From sin and sorrow, pain and tears,
To feel the calm of perfect peace,
And know all joy thro’ endless years.
When we get home, O rich reward,
To meet our loved ones gone before,
To feel the presence of our Lord,
And know the love that shall endure.