1 How happy every child of grace,
Who knows his sins forgiven!
This earth, he cries, is not my place,
I seek my place in heaven;

2 A country far from mortal sight,
Yet, O, by faith I see
The land of rest, the saint's delight,
The heaven prepared for me.

3 O what a blessed hope is ours!
While here on earth we stay
We more than taste the heavenly powers,
And antedate that day.

4 We feel the resurrection near,
Our life in Christ concealed,
And with his glorious presence here
Our earthen vessels filled.

5 On him with rapture I shall gaze,
Who bought the bliss for me,
And shout and wonder at his grace
Through all eternity.