Man is but a transient being And a pilgrim here below, Like a shadow, swiftly fleeing, Like the days that come and go. He must pass through death’s dark portal, To obtain that life immortal Which on yonder blissful shore Blooms in glory evermore. | So I willingly surrender To the Lord my fleeting breath, Knowing that His love so tender 166 Will allay all fear of death. In His wounds there is redemption And His death assures exemption From the punishment of sin And the sense of guilt within. | Jesus died upon the mountain, There His precious blood was spilt. Now an ever flowing fountain Cleanseth me from all my guilt. Hence my soul, endowed with pinions, Leaves for heaven’s fair dominions, There in blissful joy to see God, the holy Trinity. | In those fair celestial regions All is life and peace and joy. Souls are there in countless legions, Happy in the Lord’s employ. There bright Seraphim are dwelling, Who, in majesty excelling, Praise with heaven’s mighty host Father, Son and Holy Ghost | There the patriarchs are living, There the prophets all abide. There, to Jesus homage giving, His apostles, too, reside. There the Lord’s whole congregation Has a place of habitation. 167 There, to honor God, their King, All their hallelujahs sing. | O thou city of the sainted, Heavenly Jerusalem! How thy beauty is untainted, Sparkling like a precious gem! What soft music there is sounding, What sweet joys are there abounding! Night shall never follow day, But the sun shall reign for aye. | Ah, mine eyes have seen the glory Of that city fair and high, And mine ears have heard the story Of those mansions in the sky. Now the pure white robe of heaven And a crown to me are given, Now that light of joy is mine Which shall never cease to shine. | |