This praise ne’er will end; the redeemed will unite,
And with angels, God’s glory repeat.
To the pure tree of life all will there have a right,
And the fruit of the vineyard will eat.
How blest to know Jesus our Lord will be there,
The glory and light of the place.
And the song which forever will rise on its air,
Will be sung to his sovereign grace.
The Latter Rain.
We may look for a Pentecost season to dawn