Come Away to the Skies

Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,

Come away to the skies,
My beloved, arise,
And rejoice in the day thou wast born;
On this festival day,
Come exulting away,
And with singing to Zion return.

We have laid up our love
And treasure above,
Though our bodies continue below;
The redeemed of the Lord,
We remember his word,
And with singing to Paradise go.

With singing we praise
The original grace,
By our heavenly Father bestowed;
Our being receive
From his bounty, and live
To the honour and glory of God.

For thy glory we are,
Created to share
Both the nature and kingdom divine;
Created again,
That our souls may remain
In time and eternity thine.

With thanks we approve
The design of thy love,
Which hath joined us in Jesus’s name;
So united in heart,
That we never can part,
Till we meet at the feast of the Lamb.

There, there at his feet
We shall suddenly meet,
And be parted in body no more!
We shall sing to our lyres,
With the heavenly choirs,
And our Saviour in glory adore.

Hallelujah, we sing,
To our Father and King,
And his rapturous praises repeat;
To the Lamb that was slain,
Hallelujah again,
Sing all heaven, and fall at his feet!

In assurance of hope,
We to Jesus look up,
Till his banner unfurled in the air
From our graves we shall see,
And cry out, “It is he!”
And fly up to acknowledge him there.