Classic Poem

Thus far on our way to Zion
We through grace divine are come;
And the Friend whom we rely on
Soon will bid us welcome home.

Grace and truth our steps attending,
Safe we still shall walk along,
Till, our destin'd journey ending,
Truth and grace shall be our song.

Then these eyes, which now with sadness
Oft in transcient clouds appear,
Shall be deck'd with beams of gladness,
Never more to shed a tear.

Then these hearts, which now so often
Not the sharpest threats can move,
Nor the sweetest words can soften,
Shall be all dissolv'd in love.