WHAT sinners value, I resign: Lord, ’tis enough that Thou art mine; I shall behold Thy blissful face, And stand complete in righteousness.
Life is a dream, an empty show; But that bright world to which I go Has joys substantial and sincere; When shall I wake in wonder there?
O glorious hour! O blest abode! I shall be near and like my God; And flesh and sin no more control The sacred pleasures of my soul.
My flesh shall slumber in the ground, Till the last trumpet’s joyful sound, Then burst its chains with sweet surprise, And in my Saviour’s image rise.
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748