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.