How happy every child of grace,

Who knows his sins forgiven!

This earth, he cries, is not my place—

I seek my home in heaven.

2 A country far from mortal sight,

Yet O, by faith I see

The land of rest, the saint’s delight,

The heaven prepared for me.

3 O what a blesséd hope is ours!

While here on earth we stay,

We more than taste the heavenly powers,

And antedate that day.

4 We feel the resurrection near,

Our life in Christ concealed,

And with his glorious presence here,

Our earthen vessels filled.

5 O, would he all of heaven bestow!

Then like our Lord we’ll rise;

Our bodies, fully ransomed, go

To take the glorious prize.

6 On him with rapture then I’ll gaze,

Who bought the bliss for me,

And shout and wonder at his grace,

Through all eternity.