1 Oh, say have you heard of the mansions of light,
Our Saviour has gone to prepare?
Where fails not a cloud or a shadow of night;
They tell us no sorrow is there.
Oh, yes, we have heard of the mansions so bright,
And free from all sorrow and care;
Our Saviour, the Lamb is the glory and light,
The children of Zion are there.
Chorus:
'Tis a home where the weary may rest,
The beautiful home of the blest,
Oh, come, we are bound for the mansions of light,
The beautiful home of the blest.
2 Oh, where is that city whose portals of gold
are open by night and by day?
The city whose splendor can never be told,
Whose pleasures will never decay?
'Tis yonder, where joyful our spirits may fly,
Beyond where the bright planets roll;
Above the clear arch of the blue ether sky,
The beautiful home of the soul. [Chorus]
| Text Information | |
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| First Line: | Oh, say have you heard of the mansions of light |
| Title: | Mansions of Light |
| Refrain First Line: | 'Tis a home where the weary may rest |
| Publication Date: | 1874 |
| Tune Information | |
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| Name: | [Oh, say have you heard of the mansions of light] |
| Composer: | W. H. Doane |
| Key: | C Major |