O glorious rest, there joys sublime

1 O glorious rest! There joys sublime
Shall fill the immortal soul;
There holy saints in vernal prime
On harps sweet music roll.

Refrain:
O that will be joyful, joyful, joyful,
O that will be joyful,
To meet to part no more:
To meet to part no more,
On Canaan's happy shore,
And sing the everlasting song
With those who've gone before.

2 There fields of amaranthine flowers,
And trees of life are found;
There God's own love like gentle showers
Sheds gladness all around. [Refrain]

3 There crystal streams meander through--
And round the Almighty's throne,
Pure holiness distills like dew,
And sin is all unknown. [Refrain]

4 There grief and pain will never come,
Nor shall the starting tear
E'er blight the luster and the bloom
Of heaven's eternal year. [Refrain]

5 And there--what most of all I prize--
My Saviour I shall see;
Shall gaze with unbeclouded eyes
On him who died for me. [Refrain]

6 There I shall slake my turning thirst
With infinite delight;--
O, when shall this glad moment burst
On my enraptured sight? [Refrain]

Source: Linden Harp: a rare collection of popular melodies adapted to sacred and moral songs, original and selected. Illustrated. Also a manual of... #101b