A MYSTERY doth the gospel show

1A MYSTERY doth the gospel show; We shall ere long be changed below, All our corruption put away, And their loud songs salute the skies.

2The earth, to its first form restored, Shall glorify its infinitely bright, And we, upon that holy ground, Where they may view him face to face.

3What is our present bitter loss, When God shall wipe from off our eyes All tears of grief, and bliss restore, And suffer us to sin no more?

4We would proclaim, There still is room For sinners yet to seek the Lord; Oh! fly, or ye must feel his rod!

5Open each eye, unstop each ear, And show the vast approach draws near, To claim the kingdoms for his own, Renew the world, erect thy throne.

6Oh! quickly change each earthly clod; Restore the image of our God; Let universal nature sing Praises to Christ, our heavenly King.