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2 There's a delightful clearness now-- My clouds of doubt are gone; Fled is my former darkness too, My fears are all withdrawn.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