1 Far above yon glorious ceiling
Of the azure vaulted sky,
Jesus sits his love revealing
To his splendid troops on high,
Hosts seraphic humbly bowing,
At his feet they prostrate fall,
Saints and angels all avowing,
God in Christ is all in all.
2 Would we leave our foolish dreaming
Of a fancied Heaven below,
And see Jesu's glory beaming,
How our souls would long to go,
Earth by us would then be spurned,
All its vanity subside;
Fuel fit for to be burned,
All its honors pleasures, pride.
3 From the general conflagration,
We should to God's refuge fly,
Clasp the hope of our salvation,
Live in Christ, in Jesus die.
We in him our rest regaining
All its blessedness should prove;
O'er our foes victorious reigning,
Perfected in spotless love.
4 We should for the day be waiting,
When the full reward is given,
When the glorious work's completed,
Jesus takes his church to Heaven,
Pure from every stain of nature,
There in holiness to shine,
Molded like its great Creator,
All immortal, all divine.
Hymns and Spiritual Songs for the use of Christians, 1803