Christian, the vision before thee is glorious,

The earth shall allure thy tried spirit no more:

Thou wast in the day of thy trial victorious,

Secure now at last, thy temptations are o’er.

2 Hard was the strife, but the strong one in battle,

Has been thy defender, and vanquished thy foes;

And heaven stood by thee to help thee in trouble,

And joyed when the sound of thy triumph arose.

3 High was the anthem those raptures revealing,

Ten thousand celestials the chorus prolong;

But louder the strains of the ransomed are pealing,

And glory is swelling the conqueror’s song.