If There Be That Skills to Reckon

If there be that skills to reck­on

All the num­ber of the blest

He

per­chance

can weigh the glad­ness

Of the ev­er­last­ing rest

Which

their earth­ly war­fare fin­ished

They through suf­fer­ing have pos­sessed.

Through the vale of la­men­ta­tion

Happily and safe­ly past

Now the years of their af­flict­ion

In their me­mo­ry they re­cast

And the end of all per­fect­ion

They can con­tem­plate at last.

For they see their cru­el tempt­er

Suffering tor­ments ev­er­more;

To the Sav­ior that re­deemed them

Those re­deemed ones prais­es pour;

And the Mon­arch that re­wards them

Those re­ward­ed saints ad­ore.

In a glass through types and rid­dles

Dwelling here

we see alone;

Then se­rene­ly

pure­ly

clear­ly

We shall know as we are known

Fixing our en­light­ened vi­sion

On the glo­ry of the throne.

There the Tri­ni­ty of Per­sons

Unbeclouded shall we see;

There the Uni­ty of Es­sence

Perfectly re­vealed shall be;

While we hail the Three­fold God­head

And the sim­ple Uni­ty.

Wherefore

man

take heart and cour­age

Whatsoe’er thy pre­sent pain;

Such un­told re­ward through suf­fer­ing

Thou may’st mer­it to at­tain;

And for ev­er in His glo­ry

With the Light of light to reign.

Laud and hon­or to the Fa­ther;

Laud and hon­or to the Son;

Laud and hon­or to the Spir­it;

Ever Three

and ev­er One;

Consubstantial

co-eter­nal

While un­end­ing ages run.