Now we have seen our title clear
To thrones above the skies;
We’ve said farewell to every fear
And wiped our weeping eyes.
Should cares like a wild deluge come,
They will beneath us fall;
For we are seated far above
With Christ, our Lord, our All.
Let hell attempt our place to take,
And fiery darts be hurled;
Then we will laugh at Satan’s rage
And his receding world.
Now when we praise, and when we shout,
And when with saints we meet,
We join in one triumphant voice
From out the mercy seat.
As I look down from my Lord’s throne,
It’s heaven’s roof I see.
All things of heaven, of earth and hell,
Are ‘neath my Lord and me.