Soon shall the Saviour descend to the air,
Calling His own with a shout to Him there;
Then shall the sleeping and living arise—
Millions upspringing to Him in the skies.
There shall they see Him, who here shed His blood,
Saviour of sinners, the Sent one of God;
Him in His beauty, they then shall behold,
Love who hath proved such as ne’er can be told.
O, what delight! Him to see in His home,
Never from Him for a moment to roam;
Tasting of pleasures which never can cloy,
Filled to o’erflowing with heavenly joy!
Praises are pleasant when sounded on earth,
Jesus the subject, His work and His worth.
What will they be when the Lord, in His love
Sings in the midst of the ransomed above?
Say, shall we all who are singing this song
Worship on high with the heavenly throng?
Yes, we shall all who believe in the heart,
Have in the anthems of heaven a part.
O, ‘twill be joyful the Saviour to see,
Like Him, and with Him, forever to be!
ML 04/09/1944