How good is the God we adore,
Our faithful, unchangeable Friend,
Whose love is as great as His power,
And knows neither measure nor end.

‘Tis Jesus, the First and the Last,
Whose Spirit shall guide us safe home;
We’ll praise Him for all that is past,
And trust Him for all that’s to come.

Away with our sorrow and fear!.
We soon shall have entered our home,
The heavenly city appear,
The day of our glory have come!
From earth we shall quickly remove,
To dwell in our proper abode,
In mansions of glory above–
The house of our Father and God.

There Christ has our dwelling-place won,
And we in His glory shall be
With Him everlastingly one,
His glory and bliss we shall see.
All tears shall have passed from our eyes,
When Him we behold in the cloud,
And taste the full joy of the skies,
The love of our Father and God.

How wondrous the glories that meet
In Jesus, and from His face shine,
His love is eternal and sweet,
‘Tis human, ’tis also divine!

His glory–not only God’s Son–
In manhood He had His full part–
And the union of both joined in one
Form the fountain of love in His heart.

The merits and worth of His blood
Have freed us from hell and from fear,
That we, as the blest sons of God,
May make His good pleasure our care.

O then may this union and love
Make us walk in the service of heaven,
‘Mid obedience and suffering to prove
That we to the Lamb have been given.

We’ll sing of the Shepherd that died,
That died for the sake of the flock;
His love to the utmost was tried,
But firmly endured as a rock.

When blood from a victim must flow,
This Shepherd by pity was led
To stand between us and the foe,
And willingly died in our stead.

Our song, then, for ever shall be
Of the Shepherd who gave Himself thus;
No subject’s so glorious as He,
No theme so affecting to us.

Of Him and His love will we sing,
His praises our tongues shall employ
Till heavenly anthems we bring
In yonder bright regions of joy.

The stream that from the fountain flows,
The fountain of eternal love,
Imparts its virtue as it goes,
A gift all other gifts above;
‘Tis life and peace divinely given,
The love of God come down from heaven.

How blessed to enjoy the gift,
To taste of mercy here below;
In humble thankfulness to lift
Our hearts to Him whom now we know,
To know His love, how great it is,
To own and feel that we are His.

How blessed is the hope of good,
The good that without measure is,
Of seeing Him who shed His blood
To save us and to make us His.
Redeemed by blood and saved by grace,
We look to see the Savior’s face.

Ah! who upon earth can conceive
The bliss that with Jesus we’ll share?
Or who this dark world would not leave
And earnestly long to be there
There Christ is the light and the sun,
His glories unhinderedly shine;
Already our joy is begun,
Our rest is the glory divine.

‘Tis good, at His word, to be here,
Yet better e’en now to be gone,
And there in His presence appear,
And rest where He rests on the throne;
Yet, ah! what the joy ’twill afford,
When Him we shall see in the air:
And enter the joy of the Lord,
For ever to be with Him there.

O Savior! whom absent we love,
Whom having not seen we adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory dominion and power;

O come, and display us as Thine,
And leave us no longer to roam;
May we in Thy glory, Lord, shine,
Thy presence soon summon us home.

O when shall the mists be removed,
And round us Thy brightness be poured?
When meet Thee, whom absent we’ve loved,
When see whom unseen we’ve adored?

O then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on our blissful repose.

Or if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise,
They will bring but new thoughts of Thy love,
New themes for our wonder and praise.

We sing of the realms of the blest,
That country so bright and so fair,
The glorious mansions of rest–
But what must it be to be there?

We tell of its service of love;
The robes which the glorified wear;
The church of the Firstborn above–
But what must it be to be there?

We tell of its freedom from sin,
From sorrow, temptation, and care,
From trials without and within–
But what must it be to be there?

Do Thou, Lord, ‘midst pleasure and woe,
Still for heaven our spirits prepare;
And shortly we also shall know
And feel what it is to be there.