Heaven.

THERE shall thy glory, O our God! Break fully on our view; And we, thy saints, rejoice to find That all thy word was true.

There Jesus, on his heav'nly throne, Our wond'ring eyes shall see; While we the blest associates there, Of all his joy shall be.

Sweet hope! we leave without a sigh A blighted world like this; To bear the cross, despise the shame, For all that weight of bliss.