How blessed a thing Hallelujah to sing,
When time shall with us be no more:—
At the Judge's right hand all the faithful shall stand,
His goodness to see and adore!
In that heavenly place in the light of his face,
They in mansions of glory shall dwell;
No more the big tear on their face shall appear,
For to sorrow they've bid a Farewell!
Above and below rich clusters do grow,
Of the grapes of that Canaan so pure;
His welcome so sweet makes the banquet complete,
And they sing of His mercy secure!
Death vanquish'd, they sing, and spoil'd of his sting,
Of Hell conquer'd by Christ from above;
On the plains of delight with thousands in white,
They shall walk and converse of His love!
But the wicked, alas, when their sentence shall pass,
Shall at once into darkness be driven,
Fierce pains to endure with spirits impure,
Who were hurl'd from their places in heaven!
Oh, if thou dost crave above all things to have
A seat with thy Saviour divine,
No longer delay, nor rest night nor day,
Till a scriptural title is thine!