Come, let us join our friends above

who have obtained the prize,

and on the eagle wings of love

to joys celestial rise.

Let all the saints terrestrial sing

with those to glory gone;

for all the servants of our King

in earth and heaven are one.

One family we dwell in him,

one church above, beneath,

though now divided by the stream,

the narrow stream of death;

One army of the living God,

to his command we bow;

part of his host have crossed the flood,

and part are crossing now.

Our spirits too shall quickly join,

like theirs with glory crowned,

and shout to see our Captain's sign,

to hear this trumpet sound.

O Jesus be our guard and guide,

O that the word were given!

Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,

and land us all in heaven.