For the careless backslider will longer remain;
And the sinner will find when all mercy is o’er,
What a treasure he’s lost which he might have attain’d.
The saints will come forth in immortal array,
Their triumph o’er death and the grave be complete,
The living be changed, and together ascend,
Their glorious Redeemer in Heaven to meet.
With him forever, ’tis said they will be,
And the song of their victory never shall end.
Forever with Christ in his glorious home,—