The House of Many Mansions
There are glories up in Heaven
That the world can never know;
There are joys beyond the telling
Where the living waters flow.
There will be no sad repining,
God shall wipe away all tears;
Neither sorrow, pain nor crying
In the Land of endless years.
There no sin can ever enter,
Grief at last shall be no more;
God Himself will dwell among them,
And the reign of death be o'er.
There will be no pangs of hunger,
Neither shall they thirst again,
For the Lamb will be their light;
And they shall not drink in vain.
There the sun will shine no longer
For the Lamb will be their light;
And the darkness will be vanquished
For up there there'll be no night.
In the House of many mansions,
In the palace of the blest,
There the wicked cease from troubling,
And the weary are at rest.
--Oswald J. Smith
