Nor sin nor sorrow know:
Blessed seats! through rude and stormy scenes
I onward press to you!
4 Why should I shrink at pain and woe?
Or feel, at death, dismay?
I’ve Canaan’s goodly land in view,
And realms of endless day.
5 Apostles, martyrs, prophets there,
Around my Saviour stand;
And soon my friends in Christ below