Soon shall I quit this mortal shore, And Jesus stand my friend. My nights of grief shall all be o'er. And all my labors end, Then shall I reach the realms of bliss, Where my beloved reigns, Then I shall dwell where Jesus is, And sing immortal strains. There I shall drink unmingled joy, From streams of love divine; No passing clouds for to annoy Where God in glory shines. O what immortal scenes of bliss Will bear my soul away! How sweet the realms of joy and peace In uncreated day!