Now saved, his soul stands high with
Him above,
And joy was shared in heaven for
this sheep.
He’s now anew in the Good Shepherd’s
love;
He’s now a cause for heaven’s bliss
so deep.
Rejoicing ran to spread from plain
to plain
In many mansions and on rivers pure.
And shedding tears like golden drops
of rain,
The host of heaven seals his soul
secure.
But what delight do people near him
claim?
Their thorny hearts are stained with
nonchalance.
Like pumping blood out, everything’s
the same;
Like dying child, there is not one
response.
Still, people pull down
blinds and cannot see
How beautiful his feet
may one day be!
