247 Joy of Forgiveness

How happy every child of grace,Who knows his sins forgiven!"This earth," he cries, is not my place,I seek my place in heaven:A country far from mortal sight,Which yet by faith I see,The land of rest, the saints’ delight,The heaven prepared for me."O what a blessed hope is ours!While here on earth we stay:We more than taste the heavenly powers,And antedate that day,We feel the resurrection near,Our life in Christ concealed,And with His glorious presence hereOur earthen vessels filled.