Classic Poem

They're all light and joy within,
The temples of our God;
They are fully freed from sin,
Wash'd in the Saviour's blood.
They know no smart
Nor deadly grief;
They're one in heart,
And Christ is chief.

We prophecy in part,
Know only by degrees—
This all the wise in heart,
In every moment sees.
And so it will be,
Till our great dying day;
And then we shall see,
In worlds far away.