The church of the first-born,
We shall with them be blest,
And crown'd with endless joy return
To our eternal rest.
5With joy we shall behold
In yonder blest abode
The patriarchs and prophets old,
And all the saints of God;
Abraham and Isaac there,
And Jacob shall receive
The followers of their faith and prayer,
Who now in bodies live.
6We shall our time beneath
Live out in cheerful hope,
And fearless pass the vale of death,
And gain the mountain-top:
To gather home His own
God shall His angels send,
And bid our bliss on earth begun
In endless triumphs end.
Part II.
1 O let us ever dwell
On the transporting thought!
We shall the joys of Jesus feel,
Up to His bosom caught
We shall His glory see,
In silent raptures gaze,
The Man that hung upon the tree
We shall behold His face.
