Heavenly Mansions

In Father’s heav’nly home Are many mansions bright; He has prepared these for His own Who in His ways delight. While in this vale of tears We grief and sorrow know, Our pathway’s strewn with rocks and thorns And many a deadly foe. This world is not our home: We’re pilgrims trav’ling here. This life equips us for our place Somewhere beyond this sphere. And so we must prepare Before we reach that land; Our hearts and minds must follow Him Who has this journey planned. The riches...