Hail, that all-glorious place,
When all the ransomed race,
Their voices raise;
And all with sweet accord,
Give glory to the Lord,
In ceaseless praise.
In Eden beauty dressed,
Will be each heavenly guest,
All blooming fair.
This inward truth we know,
Hail, that all-glorious place,
When all the ransomed race,
Their voices raise;
And all with sweet accord,
Give glory to the Lord,
In ceaseless praise.
In Eden beauty dressed,
Will be each heavenly guest,
All blooming fair.
This inward truth we know,