No. 59 Many Mansions

Verse 1:
Many mansions far above,
Ever bright with joy and love,
Not a grief shall enter there,
Not a trial, not a care.

Verse 2:
Not a morn that has its night,
Not a day that bringeth blight,
Not a fate which oft bereaves,
Not a soul that sadly grieves.

Verse 3:
Not a grave shall there appear,
Not a mourner’s bitter tear,
Not a sigh from trouble born,
Not a rose that has its thorn.

Verse 4:
Not a life that groweth old,
Not a death within that fold;
Many mansions bright and free;
Brother, is there one for thee?

E.A. Harnes/A.J. Abbey

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