Classic Poem

Let not your hearts within you grieve,
Nor greatly troubled be;
Ye trust in God, ev'n so believe,
In, by, and thorough me.

Home to my Father's house I go,
Where many mansions are
Of bliss: and if it were not so,
I would have told you fair.

I go before, and in your name
Prepare a place for you;
I'll come again, and where I am
There take you with me too.

Thus where I'm bound you know; and may
Well understand the road;
For I'm the true and living way,
By which you come to God.