ODE III. Entrance into Paradise; or, Present with the Lord

And is this heaven? And am I there! How short the road! how swift the flight! I am all life, all eye, all ear; JESUS is here,—my soul's delight.

Is this the heavenly friend who hung In blood and anguish on the tree, Whom Paul proclaim'd, whom David sung, Who dy'd for them, who dy'd for me?

How fair thou offspring of my GOD! Thou first-born image of his face! Thy death procur'd this blest abode, Thy vital beams adorn the place.

Lo, he presents me at the throne All spotless; there the Godhead reigns Sublime and peaceful through the Son: Awake, my voice, in heavenly strains.