My Father’s House

These are words of Bi­ble lore

Dear to ev­ery Christ­ian heart;

How we long

yet more and more

Christ to meet and nev­er part;

But the Sav­ior bids us rest

On His pro­mise sweet and true

In My Fa­ther’s house on high

I’ll pre­pare a place for you.

There are man­sions in the sky

For the Christ­ian brave and true;

In My Fa­ther’s house on high

I’ll pre­pare a place for you.

Only here a lit­tle while

Then to en­ter home ab­ove

Where there’s no­thing to de­file

All is bright­ened by His love;

Oh

to be with Je­sus there

Better far than earth­ly friends

Sweetest rest for­ev­er share

Blessèd rest

it nev­er ends.

But while left up­on time’s shore

Let us work with all our might

For we know ’twill soon be o’er

There for us ’twill all be bright;

Not the light of sun or stars

But the Lord Him­self the light;

No more death

nor naught that mars

When our faith is changed to sight.