Christian Songs, Song LXXIX

What the' these bodies shall decay, And moulder into dust? What tho' this world shall pass away, As all its glories must?

2 Why let them pass,—'Tis nought to us; In heav'n our treasure lies; Our hope is there—there's all our trust, Where joys unfading rise.

3 New heav'ns and earth we hope to see, Where Jesus ever reigns; Where nothing hurtful e'er shall be; No sorrow,—sin,—nor pains.

4 Our eyes no more then dim'd with tears; No fear shall there be found: Nor sigh be heard, when Christ appears; But endless joys abound.

5 We'll chearful bid these scenes adieu, Which worldly men most prize: We've other glories in our view, Glories beyond the skies:

6 Glories which never shall decay, But evermore remain; While endless ages pass away, Beginning to begin.

7 These are the times when Christians yet Shall bliss unbounded share; Let all who for this mercy wait, To meet their God prepare.

8 For lo! he comes! Loud anthems raise; Be his great name ador'd: May our last theme be Jesus' praise; Our song, "Come quickly, Lord:"