1 When time shall be no more
Its joys and sorrows fled -
When all its cares are o'er
And numbered with the dead,
Unveiled eternal truth shall shine
In its own image all divine.
2 The Saints in robes of light
Shall walk the golden street -
Shall bow before his throne,
Or worship at his feet -
Shall sit on thrones, exalted high,
Enthroned in might and mejesty.
3 O sinner would'st thou stand
And from thy sins be free,
I shall be there and look for thee -
Farewell! till then, remember me.