Sing without ceasing, sing
The Saviour's present grace;
How all things shine, In light divine
For those who've seen His face.
He's gone within the veil,
For us that place He's won;
In Him we stand, A heavenly band,
Where He Himself is gone.
There all's unsullied light;
My heart lets in its rays,
And heavenly light, Makes all things bright,
Seen in that blissful gaze.
Such here on earth I am,
Though I in weakness roam;
My place on high, God's Self so nigh,
His presence is my home.
My heart is filled with bliss -
Heaven's own eternal joys;
My soul at rest, Of peace possessed,
That world its strength employs.
Thus, in divine delight
Of love so richly known,
God's works below, with beauty glow;
His hand, His grace I own.
And stayed by joy divine,
As hireling fills his day,
Through scenes of strife, and desert life
I tread in peace my way.
That way is upward still
Where life and glory are;
My rest's above, In perfect love
The glory I shall share.
Forever with the Lord,
Forever like Him then -
And see His face, In that blest place,
My Father's house in heaven