1 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; Yet, O! by faith I see The land of rest, the saints’delight, The heaven prepared for me. 2 A stranger in the world below, I calmly sojourn here, Nor can its happiness or woe Provoke my hope or fear: Its evils in a moment end, Its joys as soon are past; But, O! the bliss to which I tend Eternally shall last. 3 To that Jerusalem above