I once heard a story
Of a sainted old mother
Who had lived out her life here on earth
As she lay on her deathbed
Her friends gathered 'round her
And these were the last words she said
Oh, look what I'm trading for a mansion
Oh, look what I'm leaving behind
Oh, look who will be there to greet me
When I step into God's sweet paradise
I'm leaving behind all my sorrows
I'm leaving behind all my cares
For I'm trading it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare
Her hands were so feeble
Her voice was so low
But she still had a smile on her face
She said, "Lord, I hear singing
Oh, they're waiting just for me"
Then she looked up into heaven and said
Oh, look what I'm trading for a mansion
Oh, look what I'm leaving behind
Oh, look who will be there to greet me
When I step into God's sweet paradise
I'm leaving behind all my sorrows
I'm leaving behind all my cares
For I'm trading it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare
For I'm trading it all for a mansion
That Jesus has gone to prepare