1 I know not where those mansions are,
That hands have never wrought,
Those radiant, homes, whose glories rare,
Excel all human thought;
But this I know, when man redeem’d,
From sin and sorrow free,
Shall reach his heav’nly dwelling-place,
There shall the Master be.
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And I shall be satisfied, yes,
I shall be satisfied,
For there shall the Master be;
And I shall be satisfied, yes,
I shall be satisfied,
For there shall the Master be.
2 I know not what companionship
Shall bless the ransomed soul,
What dear delights of friend with friend,
While endless cycles roll;
But this I know, the Friend whose smile
Shall make the light of heav’n,
Is he who bore our load of sin,
That we might be forgiv’n. [Refrain]
3 I know not what the blest pursuits,
Of heav’n’s eternal day,
What deeds of love, what thoughts of joy,
Make bright their happy way;
But this I know, no glad employ
The shining hours can fill,
To be compared with praising Christ,
And doing his sweet will. [Refrain]
4 I cannot tell what bodies clothe
The saints in that far land,
What grace, what beauty deck their forms,
As near the throne they stand;
But this I know, each shall be like
His Lord the crucified;
And when his image I shall bear,
I shall be satisfied. [Refrain]