2 While time his sharpest teeth preparesOur comforts to devour,There is a land above the stars,And joys above his power.
3 Nature shall be dissolv'd and die,The sun must end his race,The earth and sea for ever flyBefore my Saviour's face.
4 When will that glorious morning rise!When the last trumpet sound,And call the nations to the skiesFrom underneath the ground?