|152 - An empty mansion|
Here I labor and toil as I look for a home,
Just a humble abode among men,
While in Heaven a mansion is waiting for me
And a gentle voice pleading come in.
There's a mansion now empty, just waiting for me|
At the end of life's troublesome way.
Many friends and dear loved ones will welcome me there
Near the door of that mansion some day.
Ever thankful am I that my Savior and Lord|
Promised unto the weary sweet rest;
Nothing more could I ask than a mansion above,
There to live with the saved and the blest.
When my labor and toiling have ended below|
And my hands shall lie folded in rest,
I'll exchange this old home for a mansion up there
And invite the archangel as guest.