252 Behold, how glorious is yon sky!

1 Behold, how glorious is yon sky! Lo, there the righteous never die, But dwell in peace forever: Then who would wear this earthly clay, When bid to cast life's chains away, And win Thy gracious favor? Holy, Holy, O forgive us; And receive us, heavenly Father, When around Thy throne we gather. 2 Confiding in Thy sacred word, Our Savior is our hope, O Lord, The guiding star before us; Our Shepherd, leading us the way, If from Thy paths our footsteps stray, To Thee He will restore us: Holy, Holy, ever hear us, And receive us, while we gather Round Thy throne, Almighty Father.