Who the
multitudes
can number
In the
mansions of
the blest,
He can weigh
the joys
eternal
By those
ransomed
ones
possessed;
Exiled now
on earth no
longer,
They have
gained the
Home of
Rest.
Happily at
last
delivered
From the
mournful
vale of
tears,
Sweet is now
their
recollection
Of the sad
and troubled
years;
While
fulfilled in
all
perfection
God’s
eternal plan
appears.
They
behold their
tempter
fallen,
Bound in
everlasting
chain;
Praising
Christ their
gracious
Savior,
All unite in
joyful
strain,
Christ the
great Reward
and Portion
Which
adoring
spirits
gain.
Now in
shadow and
in figure,
Mirrored in
imperfect
light;
Then, as we
are known,
our
knowledge
Shall be
clear,
unveiled,
and bright;
For on God’s
unclouded
glory
We shall
gaze with
cleansèd
sight.
Then the
Trinity of
Persons
We shall
face to face
behold,
And the
Unity of
Substance
Shall its
mystery
unfold;
As the
wondrous
Triune
Godhead
We adore in
bliss
untold.
Courage,
man, be
strong, be
faithful,
Whatsoe’er
thy burden
be,
For
unbounded
are the
glories
Which thy
sorrows work
for thee;
Soon the
light of
light
forever
Shall thine
eyes with
rapture see.
God the
Father,
Fount of
being,
Thee, most
Highest, we
adore;
God the Son,
our praise
and homage
We present
Thy throne
before;
Glorious
Paraclete,
we worship,
And we bless
Thee
evermore.
