O happy soul that lives on high While men lie groveling here! His hopes are fixed above the sky, And faith forbids his fear. His conscience knows no secret stings, While peace and joy combine To form a life whose holy springs Are hidden and divine. He waits in secret on His God, His God in secret sees; Let earth be all in arms abroad, He dwells in heav’nly peace. His pleasures rise from things unseen, Beyond this world and time; Where neither eyes nor ears have been, Nor thoughts of sinners climb. He wants no pomp nor royal throne To raise his figure here; Content and pleased to live unknown, Till Christ, his life, appear. He looks to Heav’ns eternal hill To meet that glorious day; But patient waits his Savior’s will To fetch his soul away. |