The Mansions Above
We strain every nerve.
We strive for the prize Of our calling in Christ,
A home in the skies.
The battles all fought the victory won
We have the reward “Good servant well done “
Come enter thy home these mansions above
Rest in Heaven of infinite love
From sorrow and sin forever released
Come sit with the guest at the Heavenly feast
All stains washed away in robes of pure white
We bask in His rays we shine in His light
The crowns of rejoicing we ever more wear
The glory of Christ eternally shared.
Make me “O” father more grateful for life
More willing to bear the turmoil and strife
More anxious to serve more like him to be
Who gave his own life for answer, for me
That bearing Christ image here below.
My word done in him his glory may show
Fill the summer hear in accents of love
Daughter come higher and serve me above
What glories await the spirit set free
From fetters of earth untrammeled to be
The work begins here is continued above
And all that’s left in life is service and love..