Heaven Is Prepared Mansions
In my Father’s house are many mansions: if it were not so, I would have told you. I go to prepare a place for you.
High in yonder realms of light,
Far above these lower skies,
Fair and exquisitely bright,
Heaven’s unfading mansions rise.
Glad within these bless’d abodes,
Dwell the’ enraptur’d saints above,
Where no anxious care corrodes,
Happy in Immanuel’s love.