Heaven.
1 Far from these scenes of night
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 No cloud those regions know,
Forever bright and fair;
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
3 There night is never known,
Nor sun's faint, sickly ray;
But glory from th' eternal throne
Spreads everlasting day.
4 O may this prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love!
And lively faith and strong desire
Bear every thought above.