1 Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard,
Nor sense nor reason known,
What joys the Father has prepar'd
For those that love the Son.
2 But the good Spirit of the Lord
Reveals a heav'n to come;
The beams of glory in his word
Allure and guide us home.
3 Pure are the joys above the sky,
And all the region peace;
No wanton lips, nor envious eye,
Can see or taste the bliss.
4 Those holy gates forever bar
Pollution, sin, and shame;
None shall obtain admittance there,
But foll'wers of the Lamb.
5 He keeps the Father's book of life;
There all their names are found;
The hypocrite in vain shall strive
To tread the heav'nly ground.
Source: A Collection of Hymns and Prayers, for Public and Private Worship #396