The spacious earth is all the Lord's
And all that dwell therein;
He raised the lands above the seas,
Their history to begin.
But there's a better world on high -
The palace of the Lord;
Who shall ascend the sacred hill
To dwell so near to God?
They who, with pardoning love endowed,
Whose hearts and hands are clean,
Shall have the blessing of the Lord,
Salvation from their sin.
God's saints are they, His special race,
Who seek the blissful sight
Of their Redeemer's lovely face
In everlasting light.
Raised from the dead in power and might
Our Lord has gone before,
To lift for us, the saints He loved,
Heaven's everlasting door.