O! golden Hereafter, thine every bright rafter
Will shake in the thunder of sanctified song;
And every swift angel proclaim an evangel,
To summon God’s saints to the glorified throng.
O! chorus of fire,
That will burst from God’s choir,
When the loud hallelujahs leap up from the soul,
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem