Far beyond the furthest sky,

Never seen by mortal eye,

Heaven in dazzling beauty lies,—

An unfading paradise.

Evening dim, and gloomy night,

Never veil that world of light;

Winter never sojourns there,

Summer reigns throughout the year.

In one bright unclouded day

Endless ages roll away;

There, beneath the unsetting sun,

Years of ceaseless pleasure run.

There the good, in concord sweet,

Worship at Jehovah's feet,—

Raise the song, with joy unknown,

Circling round his holy throne.

Works of love, and songs of joy,

All the happy hours employ;

Sickness, trouble, want, and pain,

Seek admittance there in vain.

There shall He who, laugh'd to scorn,

Wore the piercing crown of thorn,

Hear his praise in sweetest chords,

King of kings, and Lord of lords.

O may I, when life is pass'd,

Join that happy throng at last;

Through the great Redeemer's blood,

Sing with them, and dwell with God.