O! the grandeur and the glo­ry,
When on Heav’n’s eter­nal shore
Ends our earth-life’s plaintive story,
And its toils and cares are o’er.
When the sighing and the sadness
End in Heav’n’s endless bliss;
And the soul drinks in the gladness
Of a brighter world than this.

When the heartaches all are ended,
And the tears are wiped away,
And our happy songs are blended
With the strains the angels play,
We shall see the King of Hea­ven
And receive His welcome word.
Where all joy is kindly given,
In the home of our dear Lord.

To those happy scenes we’re hastening,
Tho’ we walk the vale of woe;
Anguish deep our soul is chastening,
But there is none where we go;
There we’ll meet the loved departed,
Who have only gone before;
And ’mid fields and groves of glo­ry,
We’ll rejoice for­ev­er­more.