When We Reach the Bright Mansions

When we reach those bright man­sions in glo­ry

And the King in His beau­ty we see;

When we drink of the life giv­ing fount­ain

What a joy

what a rap­ture ’twill be.

Multitudes that no man can num­ber

They meet on that beau­ti­ful shore;

They are sing­ing their prais­es to Je­sus

Who is wor­thy of praise ev­er­more

When we pass thro’ the swell­ings of Jor­dan

We shall sing the new song of the blest;

With the blood bought

the pure

and the ho­ly

We shall dwell in that ci­ty of rest.

Yes

we’ll sing the new song of re­demp­tion

With our gar­ments all spot­less and white;

Then we’ll crown Him our bless­èd Re­deem­er

And as­cend to the man­sions of light.