Sing with out ceasing, sing
The Saviour’s present grace,
How all things shine in light divine
For those who’ve seen His face.

He’s gone within the vail,
For us that place has won;
In Him we stand, a heavenly band,
Where He Himself is gone.

There all’s unsullied light;
Our hearts let in its ray bright,
And heavenly light makes all things
Seen in that blissful gaze.

Though here on earth we are,
Though here in weakness roam,
Our place on high, God’s self so nigh
His presence is our home.

That way is upward still,
Where life and glory are;
Our rest is above; in perfect love,
The glory we shall share.