1 And is this heaven, and am I there?
How short the road, how sweet the flight
I am all life, all eye, all ear;
Jesus is here, my souls delight.
2 Is this the heavenly friend who hung
In blood and anguish on the tree,
Whom Paul proclaimed, whom David sung,
Who died for them, who died for me.
3 How fair, thou offspring of my God!
Thou first born image of his face;
Thy death procured this blest abode,
Thy vital beams adorn the place.
4 Lo he presents me at his throne
All spotless; there the Godhead reigns
Sublime and peaceful through the Son:
Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains.