Come let us as­cend,
My com­pan­ion and friend,
To a taste of the ban­quet above:
If thy heart be as mine,
If for Je­sus it pine,
Come up in­to the cha­ri­ot of love.

Who in Je­sus con­fide,
They are bold to out-ride
The storms of af­flict­ion be­neath,
With the pro­phet we soar
To that heav­en­ly shore,
And out­fly all the ar­rows of death.

By faith we are come
To our per­ma­nent home:
By hope we the rap­ture im­prove:
By love we still rise,
And look down on the skies,
For the heav­en of heav­ens is love.

Who on earth can con­ceive
How hap­py we live
In the ci­ty of God, the great King!
What a con­cert of praise
When our Je­sus’s grace,
The whole heav­en­ly com­pa­ny sing?

What a rap­tur­ous song
When the glo­ri­fied throng
In the spir­it of har­mo­ny join!
Join all the glad choirs,
Hearts, voic­es and lyres,
And the bur­den is mer­cy di­vine!

Hallelujah they cry
To the King of the sky,
To the great ev­er­last­ing I Am;
To the Lamb who was slain,
And liv­eth again,
Hallelujah to God and the Lamb!

The Lamb on the throne,
Lo! He dwells with His own,
And to riv­ers of plea­sure He leads,
With His mer­cy’s full blaze,
With the sight of His face,
Our bea­ti­fied spir­its He feeds.

Our fore­heads pro­claim
His in­ef­fa­ble name,
Our bo­dies His glo­ry dis­play:
A day with­out night
We feast in His sight,
And eter­ni­ty seems as a day!