1 In exile here we wander,
In heaven is our abode,—
The city of the angels,
The city of our God;
And here we toil, and strive, and fight,
With sin and woe oppressed;
There God will give the sons of light
Eternal joy and rest.
2 Through many sore temptations,
By many sorrows torn,
We strive to reach the glory,
Though o’er our sins we mourn;
But faith holds out the vision bright
Of our eternal home;
And hope assures that realm of light,
When we have overcome.
3 O Christ, our Joy and Gladness,
To Thee for aid we flee;
Give tears of true contrition,
Our souls from guilt set free,—
And we shall rise in Thy great day
In bodies like to Thine,
And with Thy saints, in bright array,
Shall in Thy glory shine.