1 Behold, how glorious is yon sky!
Lo, there the righteous never die,
But dwell in peace for ever:
Then who would wear this earthly clay,
When bid to cast life's chains away,
And win Thy gracious favor?
Holy, Holy, O forgive us;
And receive us, heavenly Father,
When around Thy throne we gather.
2 Confiding in Thy sacred word,
Our Savior is our hope, O Lord,
The guiding star before us;
Our Shepherd, leading us the way,
If from Thy paths our footsteps stray,
To Thee He will restore us:
Holy, Holy, ever hear us,
And receive us, while we gather
Round Thy throne, Almighty Father.