Appeareth now before God's face,
Doth in Christ's garden wander,
Is fill'd with joy, is ever bless'd,
And from heart-sorrow doth he rest,
Sees, hears the hosts so glorious
Who here are watching o'er us.
He angels yonder hears and sees,
Part in their songs he taketh,
And knows all wisdom's mysteries;
His high discourse he maketh