A Song of Praise for the Hope of Glory

I Sojourn in a Vale of Tears,
Alas, how […] sing!
My Harp doth on the Willows hang,
Distun'd in every String:
My Musick is a Captives Chains,
Harsh Sounds my Ears do fill;
How shall I sing sweet Sions Song,
On this side Sions Hill?

Yet lo! I hear a Joyful Sound,
Surely I quickly come;
Each word much sweetness doth distil,
Like a full Honey-Comb:
And dost thou come, my dearest Lord?
And dost thou surely come?
And dost thou surely quickly come?
Methinks I am at Home.

Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,
My sweetest, surest Friend;
Come, for I loath these Kedar Tents,
Thy Fiery Chariots send:
What have I here? my Thoughts and Joys
Are all pack'd up and gone;
My Eager Soul would follow them,
To thine Eternal Throne.

What have I in this Barren Land?
My Jesus is not here;
Mine Eyes will ne're be blest until
My Jesus doth appear:
My Jesus is gone up to Heav'n,
To get a Place for me;
For 'tis his Will that where he is,
There should his Servants be.

Canaan I view from Pisgahs Top,
Of Canaans Grapes I taste;
My Lord who sends unto me here,
Will send for me at last:
I have a God that changeth not,
Why should I be perplext?
My God that owns Me in this World,
Will own me in the next.

Go fearless then, my Soul, with God,
Into another Room;
Thou who hast walked with him here,
Go see thy God at Home:
View Death with a believing Eye,
It hath an Angels Face;
And this kind Angel will prefer
Thee to an Angels place.

The Grave is but a Fining-Pot
Unto believing Eyes;
For there the Flesh shall lose its dross,
And like the Sun shall rise;
The world, which I have known too well
Hath mock'd me with its Lies;
How gladly could I leave behind
Its vexing Vanities?

My dearest Friends, they dwell above,
Them will I go to see;
And all my Friends in Christ below,
Will soon come after me:
Fear not the Trumps Earth rending Sound,
Dread not the Day of Doom;
For he that is to be thy Judge,
Thy Saviour is become.

Blest be my God that gives me Light,
Who in the dark did grope;
Blest be my God, the God of Love,
Who causeth me to hope:
Here's the words Signets, Comforts Staff,
And here is Graces Chain;
But these thy Pledges, Lord, I know
My Hopes are not in vain.