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L. M.

The heavenly mansion.

My heavenly home is bright and fair,

We’ll be gathered home;

Nor death nor sighing visit there,

We’ll be gathered home:

CHORUS.

We’ll wait till Jesus comes,

And we’ll be gathered home.

2 Its glittering towers the sun outshine,

We’ll be gathered home;

That heavenly mansion shall be mine,

We’ll be gathered home.

3 My Father’s house is built on high,

We’ll be gathered home;

Above the arched and starry sky,

We’ll be gathered home.

4 When from this earthly prison free,

We’ll be gathered home;

That heavenly mansion mine shall be,

We’ll be gathered home.

5 While here, a stranger far from home,

We’ll be gathered home;

Affliction’s waves may round me foam,

We’ll be gathered home.

6 Let others seek a home below,

We’ll be gathered home,

Which flames devour or waves o’erthrow,

We’ll be gathered home.

7 Be mine the happier lot to own,

We’ll be gathered home;

A heavenly mansion near the throne,

We’ll be gathered home.

8 Then, fail this earth, let stars decline,

We’ll be gathered home;

And sun and moon refuse to shine,

We’ll be gathered home.

9 All nature sink and cease to be,

We’ll be gathered home;

That heavenly mansion stands for me,

We’ll be gathered home.