In that house of many mansions,
Where my Saviour waits for me;
Far above this world’s delusions,
There my spirit longs to be.
Fain would quit this mortal body,
Fain would leave the flesh behind;
Be forever pure and holy,
Where e’en now my joy I find.
Wondrous was His Grace to raise me
From my lost and low estate,
Once a beggar, now to place me
As a prince within the gate.
And far more, a throne in glory,
There on high awaiting me;
Oh, unheard of, blissful story,
Jesus glorified to see!
He’s my title to salvation
He it was who saved the lost;
His the only name I’d mention,
Oh my ransom, what it cost!
Cost the blood of God’s Anointed,
For He died upon the tree;
Bore the judgment God appointed,
Must be borne by Him or me.
Now, while waiting for my Saviour,
Shall mine eyes be turned above;
Seeking, too, that my behavior
Should display the One I love.
First He set His love upon me,
Drew me to Him in His grace;
Still His Hand inscribes upon me
Lines which He delights to trace
Lines which will come out in glory
Dimly trac’d down here in shame,
But when He appears, the story
Of His love they will proclaim.
All the path in which He taught me,
Fellowship with Him to share,
Showed the reason why He bought sue,
To reflect His image fair.