Is There Not a Place for Me?

Mansions in the Fa­ther­land

Built by God’s almigh­ty hand;

Happy hosts their beau­ty see;

Is there not a place for me?

Is there not a place for me?

Is there not a place for me?

Happy hosts their beau­ty see;

Is there not a place for me?

Crowns of glo­ry

crowns of light

Brighter than the stars of night;

Fadeless thro’ eter­ni­ty;

Is there not a crown for me?

Is there not a crown for me?

Is there not a crown for me?

Fadeless thro’ eter­ni­ty;

Is there not a crown for me?

Garments whit­er than the snow

Christ the King hath made them so;

Still He calls in tones so free;

Is there not a robe for me?

Is there not a robe for me?

Is there not a robe for me?

Still He calls in tones so free;

Is there not a robe for me?

Golden harps in praise re­sound

Songs to Je­sus circ­ling round;

Making cease­less me­lo­dy;

Is there not a harp for me?

Is there not a harp for me?

Is there not a harp for me?

Making cease­less me­lo­dy;

Is there not a harp for me?