That have obtained the prize,
And on the eagle wings of love
To joy celestial rise.
2 Let all the saints terrestrial sing
With those to glory gone ;
For all the servants of our King,
In earth and heaven, are one.
3 One family, we dwell in Him,
One Church, above, beneath,
Though now divided by the stream,
The narrow stream of death ;
4 One army of the living God,
To His command we bow;
Part of His host hath crossed the flood,
And part is crossing now.
5 Our spirits too shall quickly join
Like theirs with glory crowned,
And shout to see our Captain's sign,
To hear His trumpet sound.
6 Oh that we now might grasp our Guide !
Oh that the word were given !
Come, Lord of Hosts, the waves divide,
And land us all in heaven.