Where Shall True Believers Go?

Where shall true be­liev­ers go

When from the flesh they fly?

Glorious joys or­dained to know

They mount above the sky

To that bright ce­les­ti­al place;

There they shall in rap­tures live

More than tongue can e’er ex­press

Or heart can e’er con­ceive.

When they once are en­tered there

Their mourn­ing days are o’er

Pain

and sin

and want

and care

And sigh­ing are no more;

Subject then to no de­cay

Heavenly bo­dies they put on

Swifter than the lightn­ing’s ray

And bright­er than the sun.

But their great­est hap­pi­ness

Their high­est joy

shall be

God their Sav­ior to pos­sess

To know

and love

and see;

With that bea­ti­fic sight

Glorious ec­sta­sy is giv’n;

This is their su­preme delight

And makes a heav­en of Heav­en.