Here I labor and toil as I look for a home, |
Just a humble abode among men, |
While in Heaven a mansion is waiting for me |
And a gentle voice pleading "come in". |
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Chorus |
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There's a mansion now empty,
just waiting for me |
At the end of life's
troublesome way. |
Many friends and dear loved
ones will welcome me there |
Near the door of that
mansion some day. |
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Ever thankful am I that my Savior and Lord |
Promised unto the weary sweet rest; |
Nothing more could I ask than a mansion above, |
There to live with the saved and the blest. |
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Chorus |
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There's a mansion now empty,
just waiting for me |
At the end of life's
troublesome way. |
Many friends and dear loved
ones will welcome me there |
Near the door of that
mansion some day. |
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When my labor and toiling have ended below |
And my hands shall lie folded in rest, |
I'll exchange this old home for a mansion up there |
And invite the arch angel as guest. |
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Chorus |
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There's a mansion now empty,
just waiting for me |
At the end of life's
troublesome way. |
Many friends and dear loved
ones will welcome me there |
Near the door of that
mansion some day. |