What are these that glow from afar,
These that lean over the gold­en bar,
Strong as the li­on, pure as the dove,
With op­en arms, and hearts of love?
They the bless­èd ones gone be­fore,
They the bless­èd for ev­er­more;
Out of great tri­bu­la­tion they went
Home to their home of Heav­en con­tent.

What are these that fly as a cloud,
With flash­ing heads and faces bowed;
In their mouths a vic­tor­ious psalm,
In their hands a robe and palm?
Welcoming an­gels these that shine,
Your own an­gel, and yours, and mine;
Who have hedged us, both day and night
On the left hand and the right.

Light above light, and bliss be­yond bliss,
Whom words can­not ut­ter, lo, who is this?
As a king with ma­ny crowns He stands,
And our names are grav’n up­on His hands;
As a priest, with God-up­lift­ed eyes,
He of­fers for us His sac­ri­fice;
As the Lamb of God, for sin­ners slain,
That we too may live, He lives again.

God the Fa­ther give us grace
To walk in the light of Je­su’s face;
God the Son give us a part
In the hid­ing-place of Je­su’s heart;
God the Spir­it so hold us up
That we may drink of Je­su’s cup;
God Al­migh­ty, God Three in One,
God Al­migh­ty, God alone.