Verse 1
What heart can e’er conceive
How great the soul’s surprize,
When sent, again in flesh to live,
She here lifts up her eyes!
Did not her eyes o’reflow
This weeping vale to see,
These scenes of wretchedness and woe,
Of sinful misery?
The poor might well embrace
With joy their friend restor’d,
The church their powerful Saviour praise,
Who thus confirm’d his word:
But could a saint return,
To dwell beneath the skies,
And not with deepest sorrow mourn
Her twice-lost paradise?

Verse 2
From spirits glorified
As soon as she withdrew,
Oblivion’s veil was drawn, to hide
The vision from her view:
She then with double zeal
Employ’d her added days,
To do the Saviour’s perfect will,
T’ improve his utmost grace:
Superior joys above
For lengthen’d toils prepar’d
And richer stores of heavenly love
Inhanc’d her vast reward;
Call’d to an happier state,
When all her work was done,
She found a more exceeding weight
Of glory in her crown!