1 There’s a mansion now preparing,
In my Father’s home for me;
And with Him, my Lord and Master,
Evermore my home may be.

Chorus:
In that mansion now preparing,
O the joy, the love divine;
Robe of white and crown immortal,
Harp and song will there be mine.

2 Where the veil of time is lifted,
And the night of tears shall cease;
Where the clouds dissolve in splendor,
And the waves are hush’d to peace. [Chorus]

3 I shall dread no sad tomorrow,
Aching heart, or throb of pain;
Kindred ties, that now are broken,
I shall then behold again. [Chorus]

4 I shall dwell amid the glory
Of my dear Redeemer’s throne;
At His feet, with holy rapture,
I shall know as I am known. [Chorus]