Unto my Father’s house on high

Unto my Father’s house on high,
Where many mansions be,
Christ, my beloved Lord, has gone,
To fit a place for me.

Eye hath not seen, nor hath ear heard,
The bliss that waits me there;
The sweet delights, the peace untold,
And joys beyond compare.

And when my earthly life is past,
My Lord will come for me;
That where He is, I too, may dwell,
With Him eternally.

Chorus
A place for me, a place for me,
In heav’nly mansions fair;
A place for me, a place for me,
My Savior will prepare.
     Minnie A. G. Edington