My home once was bright and fair,
When we met dear papa there;
But he’s gone to mansions fair;
That the Savior did prepare.


“If I go away” said he,
“I’ll come back and call for thee;”
Soon the call for me will come,
“Leave thy cross and come on home.”

Mother, too was in her place,
Beams of love shone on her face;
As she looked in tender care,
On her loved ones gathered there.


Brothers, sisters then so gay,
Now have also passed away;
But I hope to meet them there,
Where the Savior did prepare.


O could I view that bright place,
And my Savior face to face;
And those golden mansions there,
That the Savior did prepare.


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