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 That fulness and that craving Alike are free from pain, Where thou, midst heavenly citizens, A home like theirs shalt gain. Here is the warlike trumpet: There life set free from sin; When to the last Great Supper The faithful shall come in: When the heavenly net is laden With fishes many and great; So glorious in its fulness, Yet so inviolate: And perfect from unperfected, And fall'n from them that stand, And the sheep-flock from the goat-herd Shall part on either hand: And these shall pass to torment, And those shall triumph then; The new peculiar nation, Blest number of blest men. Jerusalem demands them: They paid the price on earth, And now shall reap the harvest In blissfulness and mirth: The glorious holy people, Who evermore relied Upon their Chief and Father, The King, the Crucified: