Be not troubled, O, my soul!
He will come again,
To receive you to himself,
Wash’d from every stain.
He has sent the Comforter,
With us to abide,
Till, with all his chosen ones,
We are glorified!
Many mansions are prepared
Where our Lord has gone;
Be not troubled, O, my soul!
He will come again,
To receive you to himself,
Wash’d from every stain.
He has sent the Comforter,
With us to abide,
Till, with all his chosen ones,
We are glorified!
Many mansions are prepared
Where our Lord has gone;