Where shall true believers go, When from the flesh they fly? Glorious joys ordained to know, They mount above the sky, To that bright celestial place; There they shall in raptures live, More than tongue can e’er express, Or heart can e’er conceive. When they once are entered there, Their mourning days are o’er, Pain, and sin, and want, and care, And sighing are no more; Subject then to no decay, Heavenly bodies they put on, Swifter than the lightning’s ray, And brighter than the sun. But their greatest happiness, Their highest joy, shall be, God their Savior to possess, To know, and love, and see; With that beatific sight Glorious ecstasy is giv’n; This is their supreme delight, And makes a heaven of Heaven.