Classic Poem

'Tis heaven begun below
To hear Christ's praises flow,
In Zion, where his name is known;
What will it be above
To sing redeeming love,
And cast our crowns before his throne?

When we adore him there
We shall be void of fear,
For faith, nor hope, nor patience, need;
Love will absorb us quite,
Love, in the midst of light,
In God's eternal love shall feed.

Oh! what sweet company
We then shall hear and see,
What harmony will there abound,
When souls unnumber'd sing
The praise of Zion's King,
For one dissenting voice is found!

With everlasting joy,
Such as will never cloy,
We shall be fill'd, nor wish for more;
Bright as meridian day,
Calm as the evening ray,
Full as a sea without a shore.

Till that blest period come
Zion shall be my home;
And may I never thence remove
Till from the church below
To heaven at once I go,
And there commune in perfect love.