How sweet to re­flect on those joys that await me,
In yon bliss­ful re­gion, the ha­ven of rest,
Where glo­ri­fied spir­its with wel­come shall greet me,
And lead me to man­sions pre­pared for the blest;
Encircled in light, and with glo­ry en­shroud­ed,
My hap­pi­ness per­fect, my mind’s sky un­clouded,
I’ll bathe in the ocean of plea­sure un­bound­ed,
And range with de­light through the Ed­en of Love.

While an­gel­ic legions with harps tuned ce­les­ti­al,
Harmoniously join in the con­cert of praise,
The saints, as they flock from the re­gions ter­res­tri­al,
In loud hal­le­lujahs their voic­es will raise:
Then songs of the Lamb shall re-ec­ho through Heav­en,
My soul will re­spond, To Im­ma­nu­el be giv­en
All glo­ry, all hon­or, all might and do­min­ion,
Who brought us through grace to the Ed­en of Love.

Then hail, bless­èd state! Hail, ye song­sters of glo­ry!
Ye harp­ers of bliss, soon I’ll meet you above!
And join your full choir in re­hears­ing the sto­ry,
Salvation from sor­row, through Je­sus’ love.
Though prisoned in earth, yet by an­ti­ci­pa­tion
Already my soul feels a sweet preli­ba­tion
Of joys that await me when freed from pro­ba­tion:
My heart’s now in Heav­en, the Ed­en of Love.