1 Sweet surprises wait the christian,
In the fathers home on high;
Music, earthly ear hath heard not,
Scenes, too bright for mortal eye.

Chorus:
Let us hear the Spirit, whisp'ring
Of the heav'nly joys, to come;
Live by faith in him who saved us,
Till we reach that glorious home.

2 Loftiest flights of human fancy,
Cannot grasp a single trace;
Of the heav'n pervading glory,
Beaming from the Savior's face. [Chorus]

3 Brighter than the piercing sun-rays,
Clearer than the moon's pure light,
Is the glory, grand, eternal,
Of that land that knows no night. [Chorus]