Let not your hearts with anxious thoughts

be troubled or dismayed;

But trust in Providence divine,

and trust my gracious aid.

I to my Father’s house return;

there numerous mansions stand,

And glory manifold abounds

through all the happy land.

I go your entrance to secure,

and your abode prepare;

Regions unknown are safe to you,

when I, your friend, am there.

Thence shall I come, when ages close,

to take you home with me;

There we shall meet to part no more,

and still together be.

I am the way, the truth, the life:

no son of human race,

But such as I conduct and guide,

shall see my Father’s face.