1 All hail! ye fair celestial shores,
Ye lands of endless day;
Swift on my view your prospects pour,
And drive my griefs away.
2 There's a delightful clearness now--
My clouds of doubt are gone;
Fled is my former darkness too,
My fears are all withdrawn.
3 Short is the passage, short the space,
Between my home and me;
Then, then, behold the radiant place!
How near the mansions be!Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #959