O what their joy and their glory must be, Those endless Sabbaths the blessèd ones see; Crown for the valiant, to weary ones, rest; God shall be all, and in all ever blessed. What are the Monarch, His court, and His throne? What are the peace and the joy that they own? O that the blessed ones, who in it have share, All that they feel could as fully declare! Truly, Jerusalem name we that shore, City of peace that brings joy evermore; Wish and fulfillment are not severed there, Nor do things prayed for come short of the prayer. We, where no troubles distraction can bring, safely the anthems of Zion shall sing; while for thy grace, Lord, their voices of praise Thy blessed people shall evermore raise. Low before Him with our praises we fall, Of whom, and in whom, and through whom are all; Of whom, the Father; and in whom, the Son, Through whom, the Spirit, with Them ever One.