The Saints in Glory.
1 High, in yonder realms of light,
Dwell the raptured saints above,
Far beyond our feeble sight,
Happy in Immanuel's love.
2 Happy spirits, ye are fled
Where no grief can entrance find,
Lulled to rest the aching head,
Soothed the anguish of the mind.
3 'Mid the chorus of the skies,
'Mid the angelic lyres above
Hark! their songs melodious rise,--
Songs of praise to Jesus' love.