Our souls are in the Saviour’s hand;

And he will keep them still,

And you and I shall surely stand

With him on Zion’s hill.

2 Him eye to eye we there shall see,

Our face like his shall shine;

O! what a glorious company,

When saints and angels join!

3 O! what a joyful meeting there,

In robes of white array!

Palms in our hands we all shall bear,

And crowns that ne’er decay!

4 When we’ve been there ten thousand years,

Bright shining as the sun,

We’ve no less days to sing God’s praise,

Than when we first begun!

5 Then let us hasten to the day

When all shall be brought home:

Come, O Redeemer! come away!

O Jesus! quickly come!