1 O Lord, how blest the journey,
Though here on earth we roam,
Who find in Abba's favor
Our spirit's present home!
For where Thou now art sitting
By faith we've found repose,
Free to look up to heaven,
Since our blest Head arose.

2 In spirit there already;
Soon we ourselves shall be
In soul and body perfect,
All glorified, with Thee:
Thy Father's love sustains us
Along the thorny way,
Thy Father's house, the dwelling
Made ready for that day.

3 The Comforter, now present,
Assures us of Thy love;
He is the blessed earnest
Of glory there above:
The river of Thy pleasure
Is what sustains us now,
Till Thy new name's imprinted
On ev'ry sinless brow.

4 Lord, we await Thy glory;
We have no home but there,
Where the adopted family
With us Thy joy shall share.
No place can fully please us
Where Thou, O Lord, art not,
In Thee, and with Thee, ever
Is found, by grace, our lot.