1. Those eternal bowers man hath never trod
Those unfading flowers round the throne of God
Who may hope to gain them after weary fight?
Who at lenght attain them, clad in robes of white?

2. He who wakes from slumber at the spirit's voice,
Daring here to number things unseen his choice
He who cast his burden down at Jesus cross
Christ reproach his querdon, all beside but loss

3. He who gladly barters all on earthly ground,
He who like the Martyrs, says "I will be crown'd"
He whose one oblation is a life of love,
Knit in God's salvation to the blest above.

4. Shame upon you, legion of the heavenly King
Citizens of regions past imagining
What! with pipe and tabor dream away the light
When We call to labour and faith's arduous fight
5. Jesus, Lord of glory, as we breast the tide,
Whisper Thou the story of the other side,
Where the saints are casting crowns before Thy feet
Safe for everlasting in Thyself complete.