O WHAT a bright and blessed world
This groaning earth of ours will be,
When from its throne the tempter hurl’d,
Shall leave it al), O Lord, to thee!
But brighter far that world above,
Where we, as we are known shall know;
And, in the sweet embrace of love,
Reign o’er this ransom’d earth below.
O blessed Lord! with weeping eyes,
That blissful hour we wait to see;
While every worm or leaf that dies
Tells of the curse and calls for thee.
Come, Savior, then, o’er all below
Shine brightly from thy throne above;
Bid heaven and earth thy glory know,
And all creation feel thy love.