Now let our souls on wings sub­lime,
Rise from the va­ni­ties of time,
Draw back the part­ing veil and see,
The glo­ries of eter­ni­ty.

Born by a new ce­les­ti­al birth,
Why should we gro­vel here on earth?
Why grasp at tran­si­to­ry toys,
So near to Heav’n’s eter­nal joys.

Shall aught be­guile us on the road,
When we are walk­ing back to God?
For stran­gers in­to life we come,
And dy­ing is but go­ing home.

Welcome sweet hour of full dis­charge,
That sets our long­ing souls at large.
Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,
And gives us with our God to dwell.

To dwell with God, to feel His love,
Is the full Heav’n en­joyed above;
And the sweet ex­pec­ta­tion now,
Is the young dawn of Heav’n be­low.