
Come, let us join our friends above,
That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joys celestial rise.Let saints below in concert sing
With those to glory gone:
For all the servants of our King
In heaven and earth 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 the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.E'en now, by faith, we join our hands
With those that went before;
And greet the blood-redeeméd hands
On the eternal shore.---Charles Wesley
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