1 Far from these narrow scenes of night,
Unbounded glories rise,
And realms of infinite delight,
Unknown to mortal eyes.
2 There pain and sickness never come,
And grief no more complains;
Health triumphs in immortal bloom,
And endless pleasure reigns.
3 No cloud those blissful regions know,
For ever bright and fair!
For sin, the source of mortal woe,
Can never enter there.
4 There no alternate night is known,
Nor sun's faint sickly ray;
But glory from the sacred throne
Spreads everlasting day.
5 O may the heavenly prospect fire
Our hearts with ardent love,
Till wings of faith, and strong desire
Bear every thought above.
6 Prepare us, Lord, by grace divine
For thy bright courts on high;
Then bid our spirits rise and join
The chorus of the sky.
The Christian's duty, exhibited in a series of hymns, 1791