No earthly home have I,
Nor much to call my own,
And many trials lie
Around my pathway lone.
In my Father's house so fair,
Where many mansions be,
I, thy Saviour, will prepare
A dwelling place for thee.
But in that home above,
Where saints and angels are,
I know a voice of love,
Of welcome waits me there.
In my Father's house so fair,
Where many mansions be,
I, thy Saviour, will prepare
A dwelling place for thee.
My Jesus is my all,
On him I can depend!
For kindly doth he call
Each trusting soul a friend.
In my Father's house so fair,
Where many mansions be,
I, thy Saviour, will prepare
A dwelling place for thee.
So here I'll work and wait,
Until I hear him say:
Come, enter heaven's gate,
And with me live for aye.
In my Father's house so fair,
Where many mansions be,
I, thy Saviour, will prepare
A dwelling place for thee.
This song is Copyright © 2026 by Robert K. Lewis. Lyrics are by Fanny Chadwick and are in the Public Domain. Samplings are Copyrighted by their respective creators. The completed song is A.I. generated by MusicHero.ai and is Licensed to Robert K. Lewis. You may link to this song, but not embed or reproduce this song elsewhere on the internet.
