There’s mansions there, and Jesus will prepare his saints a place,
Where they will never cease to sing of his redeeming grace.
Are we expecting to be there, and share each proffered bliss?
The Father’s love is not in those who love a world like this.
Then tarry not in all the plain; seek high and holy ground,
Lest in the balance when we’re weighed, we should be wanting found.
“Brother, Live!”
When dark misfortune’s tide is up,
Its surges running high,
If we have lost our hold on God,