Heav'nly Sion, mirror shining
Where our hearts true peace behold,
Palace of his fair designing.
Whom no world or heav’n enfold,
Long ago, thy birth divining,
Prophets of thy glory told.

Holiday they keep unending.
Safe and free within thy walls,
Alleluia, ever sending
Echoes from thy vocal halls,
Nought is there that needs amending.
There no evil shadow falls.

Though no cloud hang o'er thee ever,
Yet our air refreshment knows,
Eve those noon-days doth not sever,
Which the Sun of suns betows,
Night is none, where toil comes never,
None may labour, none repose.

Ah, frail body, earth forsaking
In what glory will thou rise
Passing fair in thy remaking
Strong and whole and swift and wise,
Free, and joy in freedom taking.
Framed for life that never dies.

Up and stir thee, onward spur thee,
What, though toil be hard to bear,
If God's grace shall count thee wormy.
Those unguessed rewards to share?
brief the pains that shall prefer thee,
To eternal glory there.

Here, by earthly cares surrounded,
Praise we still the One in Three,
Who those heav'nly walls had founded,
Mansion of the blest to be;
Theirs to sing with love unbounded,
Praise to his eternity.