1 Eye hath not seen, Ear hath not heard
Nor hath the fancy portrayed,
What the dear Lord hath in reserve,
If His commands are obeyed.

Refrain:
We shall wander no more,
But on the bright shore,
We’ll share in that home,
The glory to come.

2 Mansions of joy, ages ago,
Jesus the Master foretold;
They are for us, just as they were
For the disciples of old. [Refrain]

3 Pilgrims are we, seeking to find,
Regions than Canaan more fair;
Heav’n is our home, over the tide,
Where is no sorrow or care. [Refrain]

4 Loved ones are there, torn from us here,
We their dear faces shall see;
Never farewell then shall be said,
Never a parting shall be. [Refrain]