Heav’n at last—I’ve reached the harbor,
For whose calm I long have prayed;
Trees of life—celestial arbor—
I repose beneath their shade.
Hark! I hear the angels singing,
Morning breaks, your night is past,
And the crystal bells are ringing
Welcome to your home at last.
Heav’n at last—the Savior liveth,
See Him on His blissful seat;
Crowns of life to each He giveth,
Crowns they cast before His feet.
Heav’n at last—my loved ones gather,
Tell me of their joys on high;
Tell me how the blessèd Father
Wipes the tear from sorrow’s eye.
Heav’n at last—and now like Jesus,
Every raptured saint I see;
Now we see Him as He sees us,
Evermore with Him to be.