O! Lord, our hearts are listening,
That joyous shout to hear,
Which wakes the saints now sleeping,
(That shout so very near)—
When we, with them, ascending,
Shall meet Thee in the air,
To gaze upon Thy glory,
And all Thy likeness bear.
O! hour, for which, in patience,
Thou’st longed through all the night,
Whilst we Thy saints, being gathered,
Were brought into the light;
And now, the church completed,
Thou canst no more delay—
O! Lord, with shouts of triumph,
We pass into the day.
O! hour, of richest blessing—
We brought to Thee so nigh,
To be Thy joy forever,
And share Thy throne on high;
To rest, in all that brightness,
And ever there abide;
To find Thy heart delighting,
In us, Thy chosen bride.
O! blessed, coming, Saviour,
Then speak the joyous word,
To which our hearts responding,
“Forever with the Lord” —
Forever with Thee, Saviour—
For evermore to be,
In deepest, fullest, blessing—
Forever, one with Thee.