Roses In a Glass and In my Father’s house there is many a room

In my Father’s house there is many a room,

And my Lord has gone to prepare

A place for me; O can it be

That I shall be with Him there?

In my Father’s house there is endless day,

With no cloud of sorrow or care,

No tearful eyes, no groans or sighs,

They know who are with Him there.

In my Father’s house there’s no want or woe,

And there can be no more pray’r;

For what beside can God provide,

Since we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there is no more death,

For the life of God we share;

No thought of sin can enter in,

For we shall be with Him there.

In my Father’s house there are blessed saints,

Who His holy image bear;

They find in this their sweetest bliss,

That they may be with Him there.

Chorus:

Forever with Jesus there,

Forever with Jesus there;

What grace divine, that He is mine!

And I shall be with Him there.

Rev. Arthur T. Pierson