Verse 1
And let this gross corporeal clay
Clog the pure, ethereal ray,
And weigh my spirit down,
My spirit shall superior rise,
If Jesus shews me from the skies
That everlasting crown.

Verse 2
Sick, and in pain, why should I grieve?
“Troubled heart in me believe,
And heaven, he saith, is thine:”
He went before, that all who mourn
Might triumph in his swift return,
And see the face divine.

Verse 3
Fulness of joy his presence gives,
Heaven its heavenliness receives,
When him unveil’d we see:
Of all our bliss the fount and root,
The tree, the blossom, and the fruit
Is immortality.

Verse 4
My immortality thou art,
Glorious earnest in my heart,
Jesus, to me be given:
Of thee possest, I ask no more,
But happy in thy love adore
The joy of earth and heaven.