O What Their Joy and Their Glory Must Be

Verse 1

O what their joy
and their glory must be,
those endless sabbaths
the blessed ones see;

crown for the valiant,
to weary ones rest;
God shall be all,
and in all ever blest.

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

There, where no troubles
distraction can bring,
we the sweet anthems
of Zion shall sing;

while for thy grace, Lord,
their voices of praise
thy blessed people
eternally raise.

Verse 4

Now, in the meanwhile,
with hearts raised on high,
we for that country
must yearn and must sigh;

seeking Jerusalem,
dear native land,
through our long exile
on Babylon’s strand.

Verse 5

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.