There is a world above, Where parting is unknown; A whole eternity of love, Form'd for the good alone; And faith beholds the dying here Translated to that happier sphere.

While rose-buds scarcely show'd their hue, But coyly linger'd on the thorn.

Prayer moves the arm Which moves the world, And brings salvation down.

Fairest and best adorned is she Whose clothing is humility.

Yet nightly pitch my moving tent, a day's march nearer home.

Baptize the nations! far and nigh,The triumphs of the cross recordThe name of Jesus glorify,Till every people call Him Lord.

Songs of praise the angels sang, Heav'n with alleluias rang, when creation was begun, when God spoke and it was done.