Classic Poem

Come, let us join our friends above
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to Glory gone;
For all the servants of our King
In earth and heaven are one.

One company we dwell in Him—
One Church above, beneath—
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death.
One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of His host hath crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.

Our old companions in distress
We haste again to see,
And eager long for our release
And full felicity.
E'en now by faith we join our hands
With those that went before,
And greet the Blood-besprinkled bands
On the eternal shore.