Our hearts have burned with holy rapture,
We long to be absorbed in love:
Let us sing praises for what is given,
And trust in God for time to come;
Sure we shall find the way to heaven;
So farewell, brethren—we’re going home.
3 And as we go let us praise our Saviour,
And pray for those who spurn his grace,
Lest they should lose love’s richest treasure,
And ne’er enjoy his smiling face.