Spirit of God, at­tend my ris­ing heart,
Weaned now from earth, and bo­dy strug­gling long
With puls­es, weak­ness, all that earth im­parts,
But now made new by Hea­ven’s bliss­ful song!

This is no dream, no fran­tic ec­sta­sy!
Rent from my tomb, I now be­hold the day;
Glory, shine out, un­veil the op­en­ing skies,
Take all the dim­ness of my soul away.

Now I can love Thee, O my God and King,
Love like, but great­er, than Thine an­gels show;
As they in awe ador­ing prais­es sing,
I love Thee for Thy blood’s deep crim­son flow!

Now no more boun­da­ry keeps me from the sky,
No more of hope or fear to ov­er­come,
No more of death, no tears, no re­bel cry,
No tempt­ing of my soul, for I am home.

On earth Thou taught me Thou wast al­ways nigh,
Now face to face, I see bright, shin­ing love;
All of my pray­ers, the sob­bing, mourn­ful sigh,
Are now full an­swered by Thy face above!

Lord, see my tears: I cry for those of Thine
Who left the fold and would not come again.
Close me with­in Thine arms, and I’ll not pine—
Wipe all my tears, and give me peace with­in.

None now shall hun­ger, ne­ver will they thirst,
For with Thee, Lord, they are for ev­er blest.
Here is our home, no sor­row, pain or curse,
But all is hope and joy and peace and rest.