Chapter XXXV: Looking Beyond

I look beyond the distant hills,
My risen Lord to see:
O come, Beloved, ere the dusk,
My sun doth set on me!

Methinks that were my feet released
From these afflicting chains,
I would but sing of Calvary,
Nor think of all my pains.

I long for thy divine abode,
Where sinless myriads dwell,
Who ceaseless sing thy boundless love,
And all thy glories tell.