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Song ID
539137
Writers
Mosie Lister
Publishers
Barbara Lister Williams/Brenda L. Vann/Martha J. Lister/Mosie Lister Songs/Southern Faith Songs
Publishers and percentage controlled by Music Services
Lillenas Publishing Co.
25%
Southern Faith Songs
25%
Music Services
75%
Barbara Lister Williams
24.9975%
Brenda L. Vann
24.9975%
Martha J. Lister
25.005%
Mosie Lister Songs
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Artist
Product
When I Inherit My Mansion
Good Ol' Gospel
When I Inherit My Mansion
Good Ol' Gospel
When I Inherit My Mansion
Good Ol' Gospel
When I Inherit My Mansion
Good Ol' Gospel
When I Inherit My Mansion
Good Ol' Gospel, Accompaniment CD
When I Inherit My Mansion
Lister'S Quartet Favorites Book 2
When I Inherit My Mansion
More Good Ol' Gospel
When I Inherit My Mansion
More Good Ol' Gospel Accompaniment Cassette
When I Inherit My Mansion
More Good Ol' Gospel, Accompaniment CD
When I Inherit My Mansion
More Good Ol' Gospel, Listening CD
When I Inherit My Mansion
Sing, God'S Children
When I Inherit My Mansion
When I Inherit My Mansion
Lyrics
My Lord has told of a mansion
That I'll inherit someday
A home of wonder and beauty
In heaven fair as the day
Tho' here I'm just a poor beggar
My eyes are fixed on that land
Where I'll inherit a mansion
A home not made with hands
Chorus:
Then oh, what a joy
There will be in that land
When I inherit my mansion
My home not made with hands
This falt'ring tongue
Can't describe it
No words can tell of its worth
To show its grace and its beauty
There is no measure on earth
But I know I shall behold it
And view its wonders so grand
When I inherit my mansion
My home not made with hands
(Repeat Chorus)