O Praise Him

In Heav’n are many man­sions fair

No sin

no grief

no sor­row there;

In Heav’n God’s wea­ry ones find rest

His child­ren are for­ev­er blest.

O praise Him with your voice and sing

Till earth and Heav’n with an­thems ring;

Rejoice! re­joice! blest be the Word

Ye shall be ev­er with the Lord.

In Heav’n the ho­ly an­gels dwell

And loud their joy­ful an­thems swell;

In Heav’n God’s saints their voic­es raise

And join with an­gels in His praise.

On earth

in Heav’n

the ran­somed sing

The glo­ry of their Sav­ior

King;

Their song on earth re­deem­ing love

And that their song in Heav’n ab­ove.

Then com­fort ye your hearts

nor fear

For Heav’n to earth is ve­ry near;

And there the saints who love His Word

Shall be for­ev­er with their Lord.