Beyond these days in time and space,
when we have ran our pilgrim race.
our soul, set free from mortal shell,
will rest a while, (devoutly dwell)
to pause for peace by sacred streams,
with breaking dawn\'s delightful dreams…
Until that Lord with flashing eyes
invades this planet’s sin-scarred skies…
to clothe us in immortal gowns,
with gold, replace our thorny crowns.
(Our bodies, buried out of sight,
He\'ll raise, in wonder\'s wingless flight.)
Beyond this age, corrupt and cursed,
(We\'ve done our best; it did its worst.)
there\'ll surely be for you and me
a safe, sublime eternity.