I've heard people talk about heaven and tell of its beauty so rare.
So one day he gave me a title to a mansion in that land so fair.
It was given to me without money it cost my dear Saviour his life.
He died on the cross without murmur For me he paid the great price.
The deed is both signed and recorded the day Jesus saved me form sin.
My name was engraved in gold letters
In the Lamb's book of life, safe within.
I'm an heir to that mansion in glory when from this life here I'll go.
I'm waiting for Jesus to call me
And I'll lay down my cross and go home.
I hold a clear title to a mansion that Jesus has gone to prepare.
Fire cannot touch it,
Rust cannot harm it, and it never will need of repair.
The termites can't mar the
Foundation for on the rock or ages it stands.
I feel it is almost completed and ready for me to move in.