1. My soul, triumphant in the Lord,
Shall tell its joys abroad;
And march with holy vigor on,
Supported by its God.

2. I love the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Savior's face
Without a glass between.

3. O! that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

4. Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.