Lasting Glory

OUr Friends that lived Godly here
Shall there be found again;
Ah! we shall meet, and then we shall
Together all remain.

This is the place, this is the state
Of all that are sincere,
Which Men nor Angels can relate,
So great's the glory there.

Grace here doth tune our hearts and tongues
For heav'nly harmony,
That sing we may with Angels all
Unto eternity.

Here run the Chrystal streams of Life
Quite thorough all our Veins;
Grace doth our Souls to God unite,
Like glorious Golden Chains:
We here are made both fit and meet
For that Inheritance,

Where we shall reign triumphantly,
And have preheminence.

Now that which sweete is this,
Our glory will remain;
No end will there be of our bliss,
When we begin to raign.

In hopes of that high glory
Break forth, ye Saints, and sing.
And also live unto the praise
Of our most glorious King.