The Final Path

And when at last the final path I take,
And come to God's own Kingdom, built of love,
Where music is the sound the angels make;
The universal tongue of Heav'n above,

United with my God I hope I'll be,
And with my long-lost dear ones will I stay,
From all my pain and suffering set free,
Released from mortal flesh and Earth's dark clay.

To sing His praises evermore in bliss,
Unfettered by the chains of worldly time,
Uplifted from the pit of Hell's abyss,
To share eternal happiness sublime.

Such joy would fill my soul to be His guest
And gaze upon His promise manifest.