Look, O my soul, within the veil,
View that unnumbered throng,
Whose joys can ne­ver, ne­ver fail,
While Je­sus is their song.

O happy souls! for ever freed
From sin and every snare,
They reign with their exalted Head,
And palms of vic­to­ry bear.

They glo­ry in their conquering God,
And see Him as He is:
Their robes are spotless through His blood,
Their happiness like His.

But I am in a world of woe,
Acquainted still with grief;
Affliction I’m ordained to know,
When shall I get relief?

They once were sore distressed, like me,
Till Heav’n subdued their fear;
They sailed o’er tribulation’s sea
Before they landed there.

Then may I live by faith on God,
On every promise giv’n;
And still confide in Je­su’s blood,
And wait resigned for Heav’n.

Jesus will surely bring me there
In His appointed time;
On Him, my soul, cast all thy care,
Rely alone on Him.