1 Awake, my faith, and bring to view
The nobler joys above;
The heavenly treasures I pursue,
The city of my love.
2 Why should I pine with grief or care,
Or yield to quaking fear;
My Father's house is bright and fair,
And he himself is near.
3 Onward he bids me urge with speed,
To Canaan's peaceful bounds:
His hand supplies my every need,
His sheltering arm surrounds:
4 Soon shall I see the happier day,
When, toil and sorrow gone,
I shall traverse, in bright array,
The regions round the throne.
5 Thither my friends have gone before;
They rest from labour there;
They sorrow not--they weep no more;
I long their bliss to share.
6 Oh! blessed Saviour! 'tis to thee,
This wish, this hope I owe;
On earth my great protector be,
In heaven thy glory show.
Source: The Minstrel of Zion: a book of religious songs, accompanied with appropriate music, chiefly original #73