1 In the broad fields of heaven, --
In the immortal bowers,
By life's clear river dwelling,
Amid undying flowers, --
There hosts of beauteous spirits,
Fair children of the earth,
Linked in bright bands celestial,
Sing of their human birth.
2 They sing of earth and heaven, --
Divinest voices rise
To God, their gracious Father,
Who called them to the skies:
They all are there, -- in heaven, --
Safe, safe, and sweetly blest;
No cloud of sin can shadow
Their bright and holy rest.