Many Mansions Up There

Our home­less and lone­ly Sav­ior said

There are many man­sions up there;

No place in the earth to lay His head

Yet the ma­ny man­sions up there.

There are ma­ny man­sions up there (up there)

Which Je­sus has gone to pre­pare (to pre­pare);

There’s one for you and one for me

If we trust Him to take us there.

My heav­en­ly Fa­ther’s house o’er­flows

With the ma­ny man­sions up there;

The joys of that place no mor­tal knows

There are ma­ny man­sions up there.

When tired of my earth­ly home I know

There are ma­ny man­sions up there;

Where death nev­er comes nor ev­ils grow

There are ma­ny man­sions up there.

O wan­d’rers of earth op­pressed with care

There are ma­ny man­sions up there;

You’re wel­come to come with us and share

In those ma­ny man­sions up there.