In Heav’n Above

In Heav’n above

in Heav’n ab­ove

Where God our Fa­ther dwells

How bound­less there the bless­èd­ness!

No tongue its great­ness tells;

There face to face

and full and free

Ever and ev­er­more we see—

We see the Lord of hosts!

In Heav’n above

in Heav’n ab­ove

What glo­ry deep and bright!

The splen­dor of the noon­day sun

Grows pale be­fore its light;

That migh­ty Sun that ne’er goes down

Before whose face clouds nev­er frown

Is God the Lord of hosts.

In Heav’n above

in Heav’n above

No tears of pain are shed;

There no­thing e’er shall fade or die;

Life’s full­ness round is spread

And

like an ocean

joy o’er­flows

And with im­mor­tal mer­cy glows

Our God the Lord of hosts.

In Heav’n ab­ove

in Heav’n ab­ove

God hath a joy pre­pared

Which mor­tal ear hath nev­er heard

Nor mor­tal vi­sion shared

Which nev­er en­tered mor­tal breast

By mor­tal lips was ne’er ex­pressed

’Tis God

the Lord of hosts!