|Stanza||Poetry Source by First Line|
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,
In yon blissful region, the haven of rest,
Where glorified spirits with welcome shall greet me,
And lead me to mansions prepared for the blest!
Encircled in light, and with glory enshrouded,
My happiness perfect, my mindís unclouded,
Iíll bathe in the ocean of pleasure unbounded,
And range with delight in the Eden of love.
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,, Stanza 1
While angelic legions with harps tuned celestial,
Harmoniously join in the concert of praise,
The saints as the flock from the regions terrestrial,
In loud hallelujahs their voices will raise;
Then songs to the Lamb shall reecho through heaven,
My soul will respond, to Immanuel be givín,
All glory, all honor, all might and dominion,
Who brought us thru grace to the Eden of love.
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,, Stanza 2
Then hail blessed state! Hail, ye songsters of glory!
Ye harpers of bliss soon Iíll meet you above.
And join your full choir in rehearsing the story,
ďSalvation from sorrow, thru Jesusí love,Ē
Though prisoned in earth, yet by anticipation
Already my soul feels a sweetness above,
Of joys that await me, when freed from temptations;
My heartís now in heaven, the Eden of love.
How sweet to reflect on those joys that await me,, Stanza 3