Verse 1
In the mansions of the blest,
Where the weary are at rest,
Far from earth and sin remov’d,
Can we mourn whom best we lov’d?

Verse 2
Yes; tho’ now his spirit reigns
Stranger to our griefs and pains,
Still remembring what he was,
Calmly sad, we feel our loss;

Verse 3
By our old Companion left,
Of our bosom-friend bereft,
Gentle, generous, and sincere,
Galatin demands the tear.

Verse 4
We ourselves, not him, deplore
Safe on the eternal shore,
Safe, where all his sorrows end,
Safe with his Redeeming Friend.

Verse 5
Jesus chear’d the sinner here,
Show’d himself the Comforter,
Sav’d the penitent forgiven
Bare his ransom’d soul to heaven.

Verse 6
We alas, remain below
Pilgrims in a vale of woe,
Banish’d from our native place,
Wandring o’re the wilderness.

Verse 7
Thorns and briars our spirits wound,
Lions roar, and wolves surround;
Troubled, destitute, distrest
On this earth we cannot rest:

Verse 8
Burthen’d with a load of clay,
Strugling to escape away,
For our absent Lord we sigh,
For our country in the sky.

Verse 9
Lord, while after Thee we mourn,
Comfort us with thy return,
Saviour of the chosen race,
Come, and all our sorrows chase.

Verse 10
Bring the heavenly city down,
Bring the patient Victor’s crown,
Son of God, on earth appear,
King of Saints triumphant here!