TIS sweet to the soul in a region like this
To think of that scene of ineffable bliss
That Jesus our Saviour has gone to prepare,
And shortly He'll call us that glory to share.
The place where the joy of the Father and Son
Is complete—His redeemed now gathered in one
His presence in glory imparts to that scene
A halo of lustre, that could not have been
Had He not descended to Calvary's cross
And purchased our pardon at infinite cost.
A glory which would not, and could not have been
Had Jesus not suffered for man in his sin.
What brightness of glory to Him will redound
As gathered around Him His ransomed are found
How greatly His heart in His own will rejoice,
How deep be our joy as we list to His voice.
His joy will be perfect, and ours be complete,
As all His redeemed cast their crowns at His feet,
O! what a bright contrast that scene is to this,
For here we have sorrow, but there all is bliss.
No care will disturb us, no failure impart
Unrest to the conscience or wounds to the heart,
But Jesus shall be the One Object divine,
A Treasure exhaustless, an unfathomed mine.
It may be that trials and cares weigh us down,
But all these are naught when we think of the
crown—
They soon will forever and ever be gone,
And we shall be sitting with Him on His throne.