In Heav�n above, in Heav�n above,
Where God our Father dwells,
How boundless there the bless�dness!
No tongue its greatness tells;
There face to face, and full and free,
Ever and evermore we see�
We see the Lord of hosts!

In Heav�n above, in Heav�n above,
What glory deep and bright!
The splendor of the noonday sun
Grows pale before its light;
That mighty Sun that ne�er goes down,
Before Whose face clouds never frown,
Is God the Lord of hosts.

In Heav�n above, in Heav�n above,
No tears of pain are shed;
There nothing e�er shall fade or die;
Life�s fullness round is spread,
And, like an ocean, joy o�erflows,
And with immortal mercy glows
Our God the Lord of hosts.

In Heav�n above, in Heav�n above,
God hath a joy prepared,
Which mortal ear hath never heard,
Nor mortal vision shared,
Which never entered mortal breast,
By mortal lips was ne�er expressed,
�Tis God, the Lord of hosts!