The Place Prepared

My soul ex­ults with praise and love

Because my Lord hath said to me—

Within My Fa­ther’s house ab­ove

I have pre­pared a place for thee.

O court of bliss! O man­sion fair!

Where I the King Him­self shall see

And crowned with joys be­yond com­pare

Shall dwell with Him eter­nal­ly.

His blood hath sealed my death­less right

To that blest home be­yond the sea;

My por­tion with the saints in light

The place He hath pre­pared for me.

It is not far—that home of mine

That man­sion by the cloud­less sea;

Each morn its por­tals bright­er shine

Each eve it near­er comes to me.

A glad­some dawn at last shall bring

My bark across the crys­tal tide.

And I shall greet my Sav­ior king

And in my Fa­ther’s house ab­ide.