I long to go home! for I’ve nothing down here;
My Saviour’s in heaven! my All is up there!
I’ve heard of my Saviour, my Jesus, my Lord,
And if He’s as precious as told in the Word,
What will be my joy when I see Him up there,
If His beauty exceeds all the fame of Him here!
He is lovely! He’s precious! He’s all I desire!
When I think of His beauty, my soul is on fire:
This foretaste of pleasure is heaven begun;
What will be its measure when my victory is won,
And I see Him, and know Him, and learn all His love,
And dwell in His fullness in regions above?