The things invisible

The things invisible
Of that new world unknown,
O might that final day reveal
And show Thee on Thy throne!
Thou God of God, and Light
Of Light, I die to see
Thy Father's glorious Image, bright
In all His majesty.

Thou hast His house prepared,
Where saints and angels live,
Who their exceeding great reward
In Thee alone receive;
The raptures of the place
Are in Thy presence given,
And I, when gazing on Thy face,
Shall want no other heaven.