I often think about this day, saints. The moment my spirit sheds this canopy of flesh and is released incoruptible and immortal into the presence of blissful glory forever. Oh! Hallelujah for ever and ever and ever and ever! This day will come soon, saints! Let us be good, faithful, obedient soldiers meanwhile, wearing the armor for this fleeting vapor of time - and then step into everlasting glory and holiness!
Absent from flesh! O blissful thought!
What unknown joys this moment brings!
Freed from the mischiefs sin has brought,
From pains, and fears, and all their springs.
Absent from flesh! Illustrious day!
Surprising scene! triumphant stroke
That rends the prison of my clay;
And I can feel my fetters broke.
Absent from flesh! then rise, my soul,
Where feet nor wings could never climb,
Beyond the heav’ns, where planets roll,
Measuring the cares and joys of time.
I go where God and glory shine,
His presence makes eternal day:
My all that’s mortal I resign,
For angels wait and point my way.
- Isaac Watts
