All Men Living Are but Mortal

All men liv­ing are but mor­tal

Yea

all flesh must fade as grass;

Only through death’s gloomy por­tal

To eter­nal life we pass.

This frail bo­dy here must per­ish

Ere the heav’n­ly love joys it cher­ish

Ere it gain the free re­ward

For the ran­somed of the Lord.

Therefore

when my God doth choose it

Willingly I’ll yield my life

Nor will grieve that I should lose it

For with sor­rows it was rife.

In my dear Re­deem­er’s mer­it

Peace hath found my trou­bled spir­it

And in death my com­fort this:

Jesus’ death my source of bliss.

Jesus for my sake des­cend­ed

My sal­va­tion to ob­tain;

Death and hell for me are end­ed

Peace and hope are now my gain;

Yea

with joy I leave earth’s sad­ness

For the home of heav’n­ly glad­ness

Where I shall for­ev­er see

God

the Ho­ly Tri­ni­ty.

There is joy be­yond our tell­ing

Where so ma­ny saints have gone;

Thousands

thou­sands

there are dwell­ing

Worshiping be­fore the throne

There the se­ra­phim are shin­ing

Evermore in chor­us join­ing:

Holy

ho­ly

ho­ly Lord!

Triune God

for aye ad­ored!

Patriarchs of sac­red sto­ry

And the pro­phets there are found;

The apos­tles

too

in glo­ry

On twelve seats are there en­throned

All the saints that have as­cend­ed

Age on age

through time ex­tend­ed

There in bliss­ful con­cert sing

Hallelujahs to their king.

O Je­ru­sa­lem

how glo­ri­ous

Dost thou shine

thou ci­ty fair!

Lo

I hear the tone vic­tor­ious

Ever sweet­ly sound­ing there.

Oh

the bliss that there sur­pris­es!

Lo

the sun of morn now ris­es

And the break­ing day I see

That shall nev­er end for me.

Yea

I see what here was told me

See that won­drous glo­ry shine

Feel the spot­less robes en­fold me

Know a gold­en crown is mine

Thus be­fore the throne so glo­ri­ous

Now I stand a soul vic­tor­ious

Gazing on that joy for aye

That shall nev­er pass away.