Far from these narrow scenes of night,

Unbounded glories rise;

And realms of infinite delight,

Unknown to mortal eyes.

2 Celestial land! could our weak eyes

But half thy charms explore,

How would our spirits long to rise;

And dwell on earth no more:

3 There pain and sickness never come,

And grief no place obtains;

Health triumphs in immortal bloom,

And endless pleasure reigns!

4 No cloud these blissful regions know,

For ever bright and fair!

For sin, the source of every woe,

Can never enter there.

5 There no alternate night is known,

Nor sun’s faint sickly ray;

But glory from the sacred throne

Spreads everlasting day.