Angels, Get My Mansion Ready

Over yon­der stands the man­sion

Christ pre­pared for me;

God or­dained that I should have it

From eter­ni­ty;

And I’ll send a pray­er before me

Ere I cross the foam

Angels

get my man­sion rea­dy

I am com­ing home.

I am com­ing home to Heav­en

With the an­gels there to dwell;

I am com­ing home to glo­ry

Where I’ll nev­er say fare­well;

I am com­ing to that ci­ty

Nevermore to roam;

Angels

get my man­sion rea­dy

I am com­ing home.

Purer are the joys up yon­der

Than the halls of mirth

Grander are the songs eter­nal

Than the songs of earth;

Sweeter is the bread of Heav­en

Than the ho­ney­comb;

Angels

get my man­sion rea­dy

I am com­ing home.

Though a pil­grim I have wan­dered

In the val­ley here

Now unto the bless­èd home­land

I am draw­ing near;

Soon amid these scenes of sor­row

I will cease to roam

Angels

get my man­sion rea­dy

I am com­ing home.

When my work be­low is end­ed

And my race is run

I will hear my Sav­ior call­ing

At the set of sun;

Then I’ll send a mes­sage up­ward

Past yon vault­ed dome

Angels

get my man­sion rea­dy

I am com­ing home.