1 Forever with the Lord! Amen! so let it be. Life from the dead is in that word, 'Tis immortality. Here in the body pent, Absent from Him, I roam, Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer home. 2 My Father's house on high, Home of my soul, how near At times to faith's foreseeing eye Thy golden gates appear! Ah, then my spirit faints To reach the land I love, The bright inheritance of saints, Jerusalem above! 3 Forever with the Lord! O Father, 'tis Thy will. The promise of that faithful word E'en here to me fulfil. Be Thou at my right hand, Then can I never fail. Uphold Thou me, and I shall stand; Fight Thou, and I'll prevail. 4 So when my dying breath Shall set my spirit free, By death I shall escape from death To endless life with Thee. Knowing as I am known; How shall I love that word And oft repeat before the throne, "Forever with the Lord!"