'Come, ye blessed of my Father,
Enter in your place of rest,
Round the throne of mercy gather'-
Thus shall Jesus hail the blest,
When their day of earth's probation
Ends in heav'n's eternal dawn,
And the curtains of salvation
Are at last to all withdrawn,
Then shall truth and virtue, tow'ring,
O'er all chance and change uprise-
Then no cloud of terror, low'ring,
Shall o'er-canopy the skies;
But, in glory, bright and splendid,
Shall our risen Lord appear,
By His countless saints attended,
Wearing crowns of triumph there.