Eternal Rest

Time’s clock is strik­ing the hour

Jesus will soon des­cend

Clothed in the gar­ments of pow­er

The reign of sin to end.

Then will this an­them be ring­ing

Like to a migh­ty flood

Then ’round the throne we’ll be sing­ing

Glory and praise to God.

Glory

glo­ry to God!

Thus will the ran­somed sing;

Glory

glo­ry to God

The ev­er­last­ing King!

Praise Him

al­le­lu­ia!To that eter­nal sphere

We are wait­ing

For our trans­lat­ing;

The time is near.

In those bright man­sions su­per­nal

Death can­not en­ter there;

Ages on ag­es eter­nal

His like­ness we shall bear.

There will the once brok­en heart­ed

Rest in the spir­it know;

Sorrow for­ev­er de­part­ed

Gladness shall ov­er­flow.

Sighing for­ev­er is end­ed

Foes shall op­press no more;

Voices in wor­ship are blend­ed

To Him whom all adore.

Bathed in the light soft and ten­der

Sealed for eter­ni­ty

Praise to the Lamb we will ren­der—

Worthy of praise is He.

Beautiful

won­der­ful sto­ry!

Jesus Him­self the Light;

There in the king­dom of glo­ry

Never shall fall the night.

Now I am singing of Heav­en

While here I wage the strife;

Then will the vic­tors be giv­en

Crowns of eter­nal life.