Angel voices sweetly singing,
Echoes through the blue dome ringing,
News of wondrous gladness bringing,
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!

What a city ! What a glory !
Far beyond the brightest story
Of the ages old and hoary !
Ah! 'tis heaven at last!

Christ Himself the living splendor,
Christ the sunlight, mild and tender;
Praises to the Lamb we render;
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!

Now at length the veil is rented,
Now the pilgrimage is ended,
And the saints, their throne ascended;
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!

Broken death's dread bands that bound us!
Life and victory around us!
Christ, the King, Himself hath crowned us;
Ah, 'tis heaven at last!

(Was sung in after years at his funeral.)