Sweet sur­pris­es wait the Chris­tian,
In the Fa­ther’s home on high;
Music, earth­ly ear hath heard not,
Scenes, too bright for mor­tal eye.

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Let us hear the Spir­it, whis­per­ing,
Of the heav’n­ly joys to come;
Live by faith in Him who saved us,
Till we reach that glo­ri­ous home.

Loftiest flights of hu­man fan­cy,
Cannot grasp a sin­gle trace;
Of the Heav’n pre­vail­ing glo­ry,
Beaming from the Sav­ior’s face.

Refrain

Brighter than the pierc­ing sun rays,
Clearer than the moon’s pure light,
Is the glo­ry, grand, eter­nal,
Of that land that knows no night.

Refrain