Wild Tulips and High in yonder realms of light and We’ll sing of the statutes divine

  High in yonder realms of light,
  Dwell the raptured saints above;
Far beyond our feeble sight,
  Happy in Immanuel’s love:
Pilgrims in this vale of tears,
  Once they knew, like us below,
Gloomy doubts, distressing fears,
  Torturing pain, and heavy woe.

  But these days of weeping o’er,
  Passed this scene of toil and pain,
They shall feel distress no more,
  Never, never weep again:
‘Mid the chorus of the skies,
  ‘Mid the angelic lyres above,
Hark, their songs melodious rise,
  Songs of praise to Jesus’ love!

  All is tranquil and serene,
  Calm and undisturbed repose:
There no cloud can intervene,
  There no angry tempest blows:
Every tear is wiped away,
  Sighs no more shall heave the breast,
Night is lost in endless day,
  Sorrow, in eternal rest.

     Thomas Raffles
We’ll sing of the statutes divine,
Whilst pilgrims, lest here we despond;
But we’ll sing the new song
Of the angelic throng
When we meet in the city beyond;
When we both, you and I,
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the city beyond.

How blessed as children and heirs
To enter that mansion above,
Where the souls of the blest
Are forever at rest,
In the bosom of infinite love!
When the ransom’d of earth,
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the city above.

And whether we bear to that land
Heart sorrows or memories fond,
Shall their purpose be seen,
With no shadow between,
When we meet in the city beyond;
When the children of grace
Having passed thro’ the gate,
Shall meet in the city beyond.

Before they shall call He will hear,
And ere they cease speaking respond,
While the angels await
To throw open the gate
That leads to the city beyond;
For the numberless host
That shall sweep thro’ the gate
That leads to the city beyond.

Chorus
When we meet in the beautiful city beyond,
We will sing the new song
Of the angelic throng
In the beautiful city beyond.

Mrs. Thos. May Peirce