Heaven invisible and holy. 1 Cor. 2:9,10; Rev. 21:27. Nor eye hath seen, nor ear hath heard, Nor sense nor reason known, What joys the Father hath prepared For those that love the Son. But the good Spirit of the Lord Reveals a heav'n to come; The beams of glory in his word Allure and guide us home. Pure are the joys above the sky, And all the region peace; No wanton lips nor envious eye Can see or taste the bliss. Those holy gates for ever bar Polution, sin, and shame None shall obtain admittance there But followers of the Lamb. He keeps the Father's book of life, There all their names are found; The hypocrite in vain shall strive To tread the heav'nly ground