Christ Himself the living splendor,
Christ the sunlight mild and tender;
Praises to the Lamb we render:
Ah, ’tis heaven at last!
Now, at length, the veil is rended,
Now the pilgrimage is ended,
And the saints their thrones ascended:
Ah, ’tis heaven at last!
Broken death’s dread bands that bound us,
Life and victory around us;