LYRIC
1 Brief life is here our portion,
Brief sorrow, short-lived care;
The life that knows no ending,
The tearless life is there.
2 O happy retribution,
Short toil, eternal rest;
For mortals and for sinners
A mansion with the blest.
3 There grief is turned to pleasure,
Such pleasure as below
No human voice can utter,
No human heart can know.
4 For he whom now we trust in
Shall then be seen and known,
And they that know and see him,
Shall have him for their own.
5 The morning shall awaken,
The shadows shall decay,
And each true-hearted servant
Shall shine as doth the day.
6 Then all the halls of Sion
For ay shall be complete,
And in the Land of Beauty,
All things of beauty meet.
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