This awful God is ours

1This awful God is ours,
Our Father and our love;
He will send down his heavenly powers
To carry us above.

2There we shall see his face,
And never, never sin;
There from the rivers of his grace
Drink endless pleasures in.

3Yes, and before we rise
To that immortal state,
The thoughts of such amazing bliss
Should constant joys create.