Song Of The Triumphant Christian Poem by John Bowring

My task of duty's done,
The glorious fight is won,
My course is finished-and I look on high:
And now, Almighty Lord!
I wait the great reward,
The crown of glory, which can never die.


The coronal of bliss,
Which now my portion is,
Thou hast laid up for ages in Thy care:
I see it green and bright,
With flowers of living light,
And stretch my eager hand and long to wear.


The intolerable chain
Of downward thoughts, in vain,
In vain would fetter me to mortal things:
I break away from earth,
Called to a nobler birth,
And I am borne aloft on faith's immortal wings.