Brief life is here our por­tion;
Brief sor­row, short lived care;
The life that knows no end­ing,
The tear­less life, is there.

O hap­py re­tri­bu­tion!
Short toil, eter­nal rest;
For mor­tals and for sin­ners
A man­sion with the blest!

And mar­tyr­dom hath ros­es
Upon that hea­ven­ly ground,
And white and vir­gin li­lies
For vir­gin-souls abound.

There grief is turned to plea­sure;
Such plea­sure as be­low
No hu­man voice can ut­ter,
No hu­man heart can know.

And af­ter flesh­ly weak­ness,
And af­ter this world’s night,
And af­ter storm and whirl­wind,
Are calm, and joy, and light.

And now we fight the bat­tle,
But then shall wear the crown
Of full and ev­er­last­ing
And pas­sion­less re­nown.

And He, whom now we trust in,
Shall then be seen and known;
And they that know and see Him
Shall have Him for their own.

And now we watch and strug­gle,
And now we live in hope,
And Zi­on in her ang­uish
With Ba­by­lon must cope.

But there is Da­vid’s fount­ain,
And life in full­est glow;
And there the light is gold­en,
And milk and ho­ney flow.

The morn­ing shall awak­en,
The sha­dows flee away,
And each true heart­ed ser­vant
Shall shine as doth the day.

There God, our king and por­tion,
In full­ness of His grace,
We then shall see for­ev­er,
And wor­ship face to face.

O sweet and bless­èd coun­try,
The home of God’s elect!
O sweet and bless­èd coun­try,
That ea­ger hearts ex­pect!

Jesu, in mer­cy bring us,
To that dear land of rest;
Who art, with God the Fa­ther,
And Spir­it, ev­er blest.