Brief life is here our portion, Brief sorrow, short-lived care; The life that knows no ending, The tearless life is there. O happy retribution, Short toil, eternal rest; For mortals and for sinners A mansion with the blest. There grief is turned to pleasure, Such pleasure as below No human voice can utter, No human heart can know. For he whom now we trust in Shall then be seen and known, And they that know and see him, Shall have him for their own. The morning shall awaken, The shadows shall decay, And each true-hearted servant Shall shine as doth the day. Then all the halls of Sion For ay shall be complete, And in the Land of Beauty, All things of beauty meet.