Say the Saints; There Angels ease us
Glorified and white.
They say; We rest in Jesus
Where is not day or night.  

My soul saith; I have sought
For a home that is not gained,
I have spent yet nothing bought,
Have laboured but not attained;
My pride strove to mount and grow,
And hath but dewindled down;
My love sought love, and lo!
Hath not attained it's crown-

Say the Saints; Fresh souls increase us,
None languish or recede.
They say; We love our Jesus,
And He loves us indeed. 

I can not rise above,
I can not rest beneath,
I can not find out love,
I can not escape death;
Dear hopes and dreams gone by
Still mock me with a name;
My best beloved die,
And I can not die with them.-

Say the Saints; No death decrease us,
Where our rest is glorious
They say; We rest in Jesus,
Who once died for us. 

Oh my soul,
she beats her wings
And pants to fly away
Up to immortal things
In the heavenly day;
Yet she flags and almost faints:
Can such be meant for me?-

Come and see, say the Saints;
Saith Jesus; Come and see.
Say the Saints; His pleasures please us
Before God and the Lamb.