There breaks a yet more glorious day
For our blessed dead
Of a gorgeous, glorious sunray
Filling the heavenly abode.
Here in the celestial Jerusalem
There is no more sorrowing,
Neither sighing nor weeping
In the blessed Jesu’s presence.
To us plodding this earthly tread
Sweet Jesus, 0 most sweet Jesu,
Pour out your compassion on us
As we remember our blessed dead.
Be also our comfort and companion
At death's daunting moment,
When you call us and bid us home
To join our beloved dead.
Here we shall sing our Alleluias
With all the heavenly hosts
And cast our crowns before thee
Lost in wonder, love and praise.