I Corinthians 2:9
But as it is written, Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.

What eye hath never seen in mortal light,
Nor ear hath caught in strains of earthly song,
Nor heart of man conceived in darkest night—
These things the Lord hath kept for those who long.

Beyond the veil where mortal senses fail,
Where sun and star in humble service bow,
There blooms a realm where death itself grows pale,
And every shadow flees before His brow.

O glorious fields of unfading glory’s gold,
Where rivers run with crystal fire and light,
Where trees of life their healing leaves unfold,
And fruits of Eden banish endless night!

No tempest rages on that crystal shore,
No thorn shall pierce the foot that treads the way;
The Lion and the Lamb together roar
In victory that crowns eternal day.

The trump of God shall sound with thunder sweet,
And every knee in joyous triumph bend;
The ransomed host with hallelujahs meet,
As broken chains of sin and sorrow end.

For them that love Him—pure, undying flame—
He spreads a banquet none can e’er describe:
Where joy like ocean waves without a name
Crashes in glory, and the saints revive.

What mortal tongue could tell the crown He gives?
What brush could paint the robes of spotless white?
What dream could grasp the city where He lives,
Whose walls are jasper, gates of pearl and light?

O eyes, be lifted! Ears, attend the call!
Hearts, swell with hope that mortal bounds transcend!
The King prepares a triumph for us all—
A victory that time shall never end.

Though now we see through glass but darkly here,
And trials press like waves upon the soul,
Yet faith beholds the glory drawing near:
The unseen dawn that makes the broken whole.

Arise, beloved! The feast is spread above,
The Bridegroom waits with arms of endless grace.
What God hath wrought in everlasting love
The glory none on earth could e’er conceive.