O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be

O what their joy and their glo­ry must be

Those end­less Sab­baths the bless­èd ones see;

Crown for the val­iant

to wea­ry ones

rest;

God shall be all

and in all ev­er blessed.

What are the Mon­arch

His court

and His throne?

What are the peace and the joy that they own?

Tell us

ye blest ones

that in it have share

If what ye feel ye can ful­ly de­clare!

Truly

Je­ru­sa­lem name we that shore

Vision of Peace that brings joy ev­er­more;

Wish and ful­fill­ment can sev­ered be ne’er;

Nor do things prayed for come short of the pray­er.

We

where no trou­bles dis­tract­ion can bring

We the sweet an­thems of Si­on shall sing:

While for Thy grace

Lord

their voic­es of praise

Thy bless­èd people ev­er­more raise.

There dawns no Sab­bath

no Sab­bath is o’er

Those Sab­bath keep­ers have one

and no more;

One and un­end­ing is that tri­umph song

Which to the an­gels and us shall be­long.

Now in the mean­while

with hearts raised on high

We for that coun­try must yearn and must sigh;

Seeking Je­ru­sa­lem

dear na­tive land

Through our long ex­ile on Ba­by­lon’s strand.

Low be­fore Him with our prais­es we fall

Of whom

and in whom

and through whom are all;

Of whom

the Fa­ther; and in whom

the Son

Through whom

the Spir­it

with These ev­er One.