1 Heav’n is the seat of light and bliss,
Where perfect spirits dwell;
There they behold the Savior’s face,
And all His glories tell.
2 In rapturous songs to Jesus’ name,
They grateful spend their breath;
Eternally His race proclaim,
Who saves from sin and death.
3 Prostrate before His feet they lie,
And high their voices raise;
"Worthy the Lamb, once slain" they cry,
And give Him endless praise.
4 Let lasting honors crown His head,
Who bought us with His blood;
And every tongue and nation spread
His triumphs all abroad.
5 When shall we join the sacred throng,
And worship with them there?
Lofty like theirs shall be our song,
And God vouchsafe to hear.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #16278