Our Father’s Home Eternal

Our Fa­ther’s home eter­nal

O Christ

Thou dost pre­pare

With many di­vers man­sions

And each one pass­ing fair;

They are the vic­tors’ guer­don

Who

through the hard-won fight

Have fol­lowed in Thy foot­steps

And reign with Thee in light.

Amidst the hap­py num­ber

The vir­gins’ crown and queen

The ev­er-vir­gin mo­ther

Is first and fore­most seen;

The pa­tri­archs in their tri­umph

Thy prais­es nob­ly sing;

The pro­phets of Thy wis­dom

Adore the na­tions’ king.

Th’apostles reign in glo­ry

The mar­tyrs joy in Thee;

The vir­gins and con­fess­ors

Thy shin­ing bright­ness see;

And ev­ery pa­tient suf­fer­er

Who sor­row dared con­temn

For each es­pe­cial ang­uish

Hath one es­pe­cial gem.

The ho­ly men and wo­men

Their earth­ly strug­gle o’er

With joy put off the ar­mor

That they shall need no more;

For these

and all that bat­tled

Beneath their mon­arch’s eyes

The hard­er was the con­flict

The bright­er is the prize.

And ev­ery faith­ful serv­ant

Made per­fect in Thy grace

Hath each his fit­ting sta­tion

’Mid those that see Thy face;

The bonds­man and the no­ble

The pea­sant and the king

All gird one glo­ri­ous mon­arch

In one eter­nal ring.