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by Mrs. T. M. Griffin

Just over the river are palaces grand,
And mansions so lovely and fair;
They're fashioned and made by our Saviour's own hand;
And he is awaiting us there.

Tho' storm clouds and tempests awhile must abide,
And trials and crosses must come;
The mansions are ready, the portals are wide,
And Jesus is beck'ning us home.

A few weary journeys, a few busy days,
'Mid tears and temptations and pray'r;
Our pray'rs will be turned to hosannas of praise,
As Jesus shall welcome us home.

Forever we'll dwell in those mansions on high,
And bask in the glory of God;
Rememb'ring this life as a short broken sigh,
Forgetting the thorns we have trod.

Refrain

Home, home beautiful home,
Beautiful home above;
Home, home, wonderful home,
Home of our Father's love.