While through this changing world we roam,

From infancy to age,

Heaven is the Christian pilgrim's home,

His rest at every stage.

Thither his raptured thought ascends,

Eternal joys to share;

There his adoring spirit bends,

While here be kneels in prayer.

From earth his freed affections rise

To fix on things above,

Where all his hope of glory lies,

And love is perfect love.

Oh! there may we our treasures place,

There let our hearts be found,

That still where sin abounded, grace

May more and more abound.

Henceforth our conversation be

With Christ before the throne:

Ere long we eye to eye shall see,

And know as we are known.