| Song | When I Inherit My Mansion |
| Album | Pentecostal And Apostolic Hymns 3 |
| Genre | Traditional Christian Hymns |
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| Tags | When I Inherit My Mansion |
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My Lord Has Told Of A Mansion,
That I’ll Inherit Someday.
A Home Of Wonder And Beauty,
In Heaven Fair As The Day.
Though Here I’m Just A Poor Beggar,
My Eyes Are Fixed On That Land.
When I Inherit My Mansion,
My Home Not Made By Hand.
Then Oh What A Joy,
Oh What A Joy,
That Will Be,
That Will Be,
In That Land,
In That Land.
When I Inherit My Mansion,
My Home Not Made By Hand.
This Foreign Tongue Can’t Describe It,
No Words Can Tell Of Its Worth.
To Its Grace – And It’s Beauty,
There Is No Measure On Earth.
I Know I Shall Behold It,
And View Its Wonder So Grand.
When I Inherit My Mansion,
My Home Not Made By Hand.
