BLEST moment of supreme delight,
When Christ the Lord will call,
From earth, the grave, and from the sea,
His people, one and all;
To be with Him in yonder home,
Prepared for them on high,
Where joys eternal fill their gaze,
And tears ne'er dim the eye.
The moment when His heart will be
Forever satisfied,
And see the travail of His soul,
The ones for whom He died.
When we, in His blest likeness, rise
To meet Him in the air
Arrayed with Him in garments white,
And all His glory share.
Then 'mid those scenes of purest light,
Unsoiled, unmarred by sin,
Our happy hearts will find their joy,
Their whole delight in Him,
Who bore for us the judgment sore
Beneath God's chastening rod,
The Object of the Father's love,
Eternal Son of God.
Blest moment when He views His own
Close by. His trusted side,
All cleansed in His most precious blood,
His purchased, heavenly bride.
Then haste that day, most precious Lord,
For never can it be
That Thine own heart can be at rest
Till we're at home with Thee.