For ever with the Lord:

Amen, so let it be,

Life from the dead is in that word,

’Tis immortality.

Here in the body pent,

Absent from him I roam,

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent

A day’s march nearer home.

My Father’s house on high,

Home of my soul, how near

At times to faith’s foreseeing eye

Thy golden gates appear!

Ah, then my spirit faints

To reach the land I love,

The bright inheritance of saints,

Jerusalem above.

I hear at morn and even,

At noon and midnight hour,

The choral harmonies of heaven

Earth’s Babel-tongues o’erpower.

That resurrection word,

That shout of victory,

Once more, For ever with the Lord:

Amen, so let it be.