Ο happy, heavenly throng!
Now follow ye the Lamb where’er He leads,
‘Mong the green pastures, by the waters still;
With the sweet fruits of life His flock He feeds,
Drafts from the crystal well their souls do fill.
Ο happy, heavenly throng!
Ye dwell within the shadow of the throne,
There nevermore the darts of sin ye dread;
God and the Lamb have Satan’s power o’erthrown,
Secure ye stand in Christ, your living Head.
Ο happy, heavenly throng!
No tear of earth doth ever dim the eye;
No sorrow there doth drown the singing voice;
No stricken heart doth ever heave a sigh,
In the glad light of God ye all rejoice.
Ο blessed, heavenly throng!
Our finite vision doth not yet behold
Him whom we love, in whose dear love we live;
Ye see Him, walk with Him the streets of gold—
No higher bliss could God of blessing give.
Ο white-robed, ransomed throng!
Soon shall our song with yours exulting blend,
With ravished gaze we’ll see Him as He is;
“ A little while,”—tins fleshy veil shall rend,
Then, oh the joy! we’ll be forever His.