For ever with the Lord!

Amen! so let it be!

Life from the dead is in that word,

And immortality!

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day's march nearer home.

My Father's house on high,

Home of my soul, how near,

At times, to faith's foreseeing eye,

Thy golden gates appear!

Ah! then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,

The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above!

Then, then I feel that he,

Remembered or forgot,

The Lord, is never far from me

Though I perceive him not.

So when my latest breath

Shall rend the veil in twain,

By death I shall escape from death,

And life eternal gain.