O Lord, how blest our journey,
  Though here on earth we roam,
     Who find in Abba's favour
  Our spirit's present home:
     For where Thou now art sitting
  By faith we've found repose,
     Free to look up to heaven,
  Since our blest Head arose.

In spirit there already;
  Soon we ourselves shall be
     In soul and body perfect,
  All glorified with Thee:
     Thy Father's love sustains us
  Along the thorny way,
     Thy Father's house, the dwelling
  Made ready for that day.

The Comforter, now present,
  Assures us of Thy love;
     He is the bless´d earnest
  Of glory there above;
         The river of Thy pleasure
      Is what sustains us now,
     Till Thy new name's imprinted
      On every sinless brow.

Lord, we await Thy glory;
  We have no home but there,
     Where the adopted family
  With us Thy joy shall share.
     No place can fully please us
  Where Thou, O Lord, art not;
     In Thee, and with Thee, ever
  Is found, by grace, our lot.

7,6.             Mary Bowley