When everything, forevermore, is joyful in the Lord?
The true Jerusalem above, the holy town, is there,
Whose duties are so full of joy, whose joy so free from care;
Where disappointment cometh not to check the longing heart,
And where the soul in ecstasy hath gained her better part.
O glorious King, O happy state, O palace of the blest!
O sacred peace and holy joy and perfect heavenly rest.
To thee aspire thy citizens in glory’s bright array,
And what they feel and what they know they strive in vain to say.
For while we wait and long for home, it shall be ours to raise