1 This spacious earth is all the Lord’s,
And men and worms, and beasts and birds;
He rais'd the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling-place.

2 But there’s a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:
Who shall ascend that bless'd abode,
And dwell so near his maker God?

3 He that abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
Him shall the Lord the Saviour bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.

4 These are the men, the pious race,
That seek the God of Jacob’s face;
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

Pause.

5 Rejoice ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Saviour’s he.

6 Ye heav'nly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord, the Saviour, way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqu'ror comes with God to dwell.

7 Rais'd from the dead in awful state,
He opens heav'n’s eternal gate,
To give his saints a bless'd abode
Near their Redeemer and their God.