O Happy Soul That Lives on High

O hap­py soul that lives on high

While men lie gro­vel­ing here!

His hopes are fixed ab­ove the sky

And faith for­bids his fear.

His con­science knows no sec­ret stings

While peace and joy com­bine

To form a life whose ho­ly springs

Are hid­den and di­vine.

He waits in sec­ret on His God

His God in sec­ret sees;

Let earth be all in arms abroad

He dwells in heav’n­ly peace.

His plea­sures rise from things un­seen

Beyond this world and time;

Where nei­ther eyes nor ears have been

Nor thoughts of sin­ners climb.

He wants no pomp nor roy­al throne

To raise his fig­ure here;

Content and pleased to live un­known

Till Christ

his life

ap­pear.

He looks to Heav’ns eter­nal hill

To meet that glo­ri­ous day;

But pa­tient waits his Sav­ior’s will

To fetch his soul away.