Now let our souls, on wings sublime,

Rise from the vanities of time,

Draw back the parting vail, and see

The glories of eternity.

2 Born by new, celestial birth,

Why should we grovel here on earth?

Why grasp at vain and fleeting toys,

So near to heaven’s eternal joys?

3 Shall aught beguile us on the road,

While we are walking back to God?

For strangers into life we come,

And dying is but going home.

4 Welcome, sweet hour of full discharge,

That sets our longing souls at large,

Unbinds our chains, breaks up our cell,

And gives us with our God to dwell.

5 To dwell with God, to feel his love,

Is the full heaven enjoyed above;

And the sweet expectation now

Is the young dawn of heaven below.