1 In heaven above, in heaven above,
Where God our Father dwells,
How boundless there the blessedness!
No tongue its greatness tells;
There face to face, and full and free,
Ever and evermore we see--
We see the Lord of hosts!

2 In heaven above, in heaven above,
What glory deep and bright!
The splendor of the noonday sun
Grows pale before its light;
That mighty Sun that ne'er goes down,
Before whose face clouds never frown,
Is God the Lord of hosts.

3 In heaven above, in heaven above,
No tears of pain are shed;
There nothing e'er shall fade or die;
Life’s fullness round is spread,
And, like an ocean, joy o’erflows,
And with immortal mercy glows
Our God the Lord of hosts.

4 In heaven above, in heaven above,
God hath a joy prepared,
Which mortal ear hath never heard,
Nor mortal vision shared,
Which never entered mortal breast,
By mortal lips was ne'er expressed,
'Tis God, the Lord of hosts!