1 O the bliss, the holy rapture when from earth we glide away
To the realms of endless splendor, to the soul’s eternal day;
To the golden fields of Eden with the pure and blest above,
Where the saints of all ages sing of His redeeming love.

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O the bliss, the holy rapture!
When array’d in garments fair,
We shall dwell amid the glory
Of the King who bro’t us there.

2 Kindred ties in sorrow broken shall again united be;
When we meet and know each other far beyond life’s stormy sea;
Nevermore these tender partings, nevermore a throb of pain,
When we gather in the morning on that bright celestial plain. [Refrain]

3 O the bliss, the holy rapture, when we see Him on His throne,
In the land where death and sorrow shall forever be unknown;
Nevermore will clouds oppress us, nevermore will shadows come,
For eternal day surrounds us in that everlasting home. [Refrain]