Come On, My Partners in Distress

Come on

my part­ners in dis­tress

My com­rades through the wil­der­ness

Who still your bo­dies feel;

A while for­get your griefs and fears

And look be­yond the vale of tears

To that ce­les­ti­al hill.

Beyond the bounds of time and space

Look for­ward to that hap­py place

The saints’ se­cure ab­ode;

On faith’s strong ea­gle pin­ions rise

And force your pas­sage to the skies

And scale the mount of God.

See

where the Lamb in glo­ry stands

Encircled with His ra­di­ant bands

And join th’an­gel­ic pow­ers.

For all that height of glo­ri­ous bliss

Our ev­er­last­ing por­tion is

And all that Heav­en is ours.

Who suf­fer with our mas­ter here

We shall be­fore His face ap­pear

And by His side sit down:

To pa­tient faith the prize is sure

And all

that to the end en­dure

The cross

shall wear the crown.

Thrice-bless­èd

bliss-in­spir­ing hope!

It lifts the faint­ing spir­its up

It brings to life the dead:

Our con­flicts here shall soon be past

And you and I as­cend at last

Triumphant with our Head.

That great mys­te­ri­ous Dei­ty

We soon with op­en face shall see:

The bea­ti­fic sight

Shall fill the heav­en­ly courts with praise

And wide dif­fuse the gold­en blaze

Of ev­er­last­ing light.

The Fa­ther shin­ing on His throne

The glo­ri­ous co-eter­nal Son

The Spir­it one and se­ven

Conspire our rap­ture to com­plete;

And lo! we fall before His feet

And si­lence height­ens Heav­en.

In hope of that ec­sta­tic pause

Jesus

we now sustain Thy cross

And at Thy foot­stool fall

Till Thou our hid­den life re­veal

Till Thou our ra­vished spir­its fill

And God is all in all.