Till the Boat Comes By

In the house of ma­ny man­sions

With its por­tals bright and fair

I am lay­ing up my trea­sures

And my heart will soon be there.

At the riv­er that di­vides me

From my Fa­ther’s house on high

I am wait­ing

I am watch­ing

Till the boat comes by.

I have seen it in the dist­ance

As it bent its sno­wy sail

To the mu­sic of the wa­ters

And the whis­per of the gale.

In the house of ma­ny man­sions

Dwells my Sav­ior and my king;

I shall see Him in His beau­ty

And His praise my tongue shall sing.

Oh

that boat will soon be com­ing

It will bear me home

I know

To the house of ma­ny man­sions

And the friends of long ago.