Mansions are prepared above
By the gracious God of love;
Many will those mansions see, —
Is there one prepared for me?
Crowns that dazzle human eye
Wait for those who reach the sky;
Many will those bright crowns be,—
Is there one prepared for me?
Robes of spotless white are given
By the gracious King of heaven;
All can have them—they are free,—
Is there one prepared for me?
Harps of solemn sound above
Swell loud praises to His love,—
O, how sweet their sound will be! —
Is there one prepared for me?
Let me ask my thoughtful heart,
Shall I with the blest take part?
Shall I, Lord, thy glory see?—
Is such bliss prepared for me?