Oh, bright and blessed scenes,
Where sin can never come,
Whose sight our longing spirit weans
From earth where yet we roam!

And can we call our home
Our Father’s house on high-
The rest of God our rest to come,
Our place of liberty?

Yes! in that light unstained,
Our stainless souls shall live,
Our heart’s deep longings more than gained,
When God His rest shall give.

His presence there my soul
Its rest, its joy untold
Shall find, when endless ages roll,
And time shall ne’er grow old.

Our God the center is,
His presence fills that land,
And countless myriads owned as His,
Round Him adoring stand.