Come, let us join our friends above,

Who have obtained the prize,

And on the eagle wings of love,

To joy celestial rise.

2 Let saints below in concert sing

With those to glory gone;

For all the servants of our King,

In heaven and earth are one:

3 One family—we dwell in him;

One church—above, beneath;

Though now divided by the stream—

The narrow stream of death.

4 One army of the living God,

To his command we bow;

Part of the host have crossed the flood,

And part are crossing now.

5 Even now to their eternal home

Some happy spirits fly;

And we are to the margin come,

Expecting soon to die!

6 Dear Saviour! be our constant guide;

Then, when the word is given,

Bid Jordan’s narrow stream divide,

And land us safe in heaven.