1 Far, far beyond these lower skies,
Up to the glories all his own,
Where we by faith lift up our eyes,
There Jesus our forerunner's GONE.

2 Amidst the shining hosts above,
Where his bless'd smile new pleasure gives,
Where all is wonder, joy, and love,
There Jesus our forerunner LIVES.

3 High on his throne of heavenly light
Eternal glories he sustains,
Whilst saints and angels bless the sight;
There Jesus our forerunner REIGNS.

4 He lives, salvation to impart
From sin and satan's cursed wiles,
With love eternal in his heart;
There Jesus our forerunner SMILES.

5 Before his heavenly Father's face
For every saint he intercedes,
And, with infallible success,
There Jesus our forerunner PLEADS.

6 But O, 'tis this completes the whole,
And all its bliss and glory proves,
That wile eternal ages roll
There Jesus our forerunner LOVES.