High in Yonder Realms of Light

Verse 1

High in yonder realms of light Dwell the raptured saints above, Far beyond our feeble sight, Happy in Immanuel's love.

Verse 2

Pilgrims in this vale of tears, Once they knew, like us below, Gloomy doubts, distressing fears, Torturing pain, and heavy woe.

Verse 3

But, these days of weeping o'er, Past this scene of toil and pain, They shall feel distress no more, Never--never weep again.

Verse 4

‘Mid the chorus of the skies, ‘Mid th’angelic lyres above, Hark--their songs melodious rise, Songs of praise to Jesus' love!

Verse 5

Happy Spirits! ye are fled Where no grief can entrance find: Lulled to rest the aching head, Soothed the anguish of the mind.

Verse 6

Every tear is wiped away-- Sighs no more shall heave the breast; Night is lost in endless day-- Sorrow, in eternal rest. Amen.