I.

Blest are the souls that know the Lord,
And humbly walk before his face;
They feast upon immortal food,
And sing with joy redeeming grace.

II.

Cheerful they tread this desert through,
Led by the blest Redeemer's hand;
And when they bid the earth adieu,
With joy will reach the heav'nly land.

III.

There from their sorrows they shall rest,
With angels on the peaceful shore,
And with immortal glories blest,
To leave their chief delight no more.

IV.

O might it be my portion too,
To have the blessings they enjoy!
I'd bid all other joys adieu,
And join in their divine employ.