How Sweet to Reflect on Those Joys

How sweet to re­flect on those joys that await me

In yon bliss­ful re­gion

the hav­en of rest

Where glo­ri­fied spir­its with wel­come shall greet me

And lead me to man­sions pre­pared for the blest;

Encircled in light

and with glo­ry en­shroud­ed

My hap­pi­ness per­fect

my mind’s sky un­clouded

I’ll bathe in the ocean of plea­sure un­bound­ed

And range with de­light through the Ed­en of Love.

While an­gel­ic legions with harps tuned ce­les­ti­al

Harmoniously join in the con­cert of praise

The saints

as they flock from the re­gions ter­res­tri­al

In loud hal­le­lujahs their voic­es will raise:

Then songs of the Lamb shall re-ec­ho through Heav­en

My soul will re­spond

To Im­ma­nu­el be giv­en

All glo­ry

all hon­or

all might and do­min­ion

Who brought us through grace to the Ed­en of Love.

Then hail

bless­èd state! Hail

ye song­sters of glo­ry!

Ye harp­ers of bliss

soon I’ll meet you above!

And join your full choir in re­hears­ing the sto­ry

Salvation from sor­row

through Je­sus’ love.

Though prisoned in earth

yet by an­ti­ci­pa­tion

Already my soul feels a sweet preli­ba­tion

Of joys that await me when freed from pro­ba­tion:

My heart’s now in Heav­en

the Ed­en of Love.