For ever, Lord, to dwell with Thee !

For ever, Lord, to dwell with Thee!
From sin and care for ever free,
With every feeling to Thee giv'n, —
O what a foretaste this of Heav'n!

To see Thee — hear Thee — and adore,
To love Thee — praise Thee — evermore,
To walk for ever in Thy light,
'Mid " no more curse," and no more night;

To serve Thee with a zeal, that ne'er
Feels there the chills it weeps o'er here,
To never tire or love Thee less, —
This this is Heav'n and happiness!

Yet even here 'mid care and sin
This Heav'n on earth doth oft begin,
For, if Thy love possess the heart,
Our Heav'n is, Lord, where'er Thou art!