MY Saviour, oh! my Saviour,
I long to dwell with Thee,
To leave this vale of sorrow,
Where all is vanity;
I long to be transported,
To the mansions of Thy love,
For ever and for ever
To dwell with Thee above.
My Saviour, oh! my Saviour,
I long to see Thy face,
My weary soul is panting
To reach her resting place;
A sick and lonely mourner,
I struggle to be free,
Earth had no rest for Jesus,
Earth has no rest for me.
My Saviour, oh! my Saviour,
Burst through the clouds of night,
Dispel the gloomy darkness,
That now obscures my sight;
Draw back the vail, my Saviour,
That hides Thy lovely face,
For oh! I long to see Thee,
And rest in Thine embrace.
Surely the morning breaketh,
The daylight draweth near,
A very little longer,
And Jesus will appear;
But oh! methinks I hear Him,
Methinks I see Him come,
Adieu, vain world, for ever,
Adieu! I’m going home.