By the Love of the Father divine—
By the infinite grace of the Son—
By the power of the Spirit benign
To the goal of the glory we run,
Where the glory shines bright
In the house of the Father above—
Where the shadows of night
Never darken the dwelling of love.
What our souls have most surely believed
We shall see in that land with our eyes;
Things that mortal has never conceived
On our glorified vision shall rise.
Then an ending in bliss shall be brought
To this waste with its trials and woes,
And what wisdom eternal has wrought
The creation made new shall disclose.
In that sinless and sorrowless sphere
We with songs shall our Saviour surround.
Then an end to our fretting and fear,
For the rest of our God shall be found.
And with endless unspeakable joy,
We shall walk with our Saviour in white,
And our tongues we shall gladly employ
In His praise where the glory shines bright.
Where the glory shines bright
In the house of the Father above—
Where the shadows of night
Never darken the dwelling of love.