Receive us, Lord—Thy promise this on earth—
Unto Thyself, in that bright place above
Where glory dwells, and where there is no dearth
Of joy—the home of life and love.
The Father’s house—the fatted calf now killed—
Is ours through grace—God’s righteousness fulfilled.
O come then Jesus—Savior, Lord and Friend
Enfold us with that love which knows no end.
On Thee we’d gaze—and seeing Thee the Father
Made known in Thy blest life and death
No hindrance then—nor flesh, nor world, but rather
Enjoyment full of God made known—and Rest.
Lord Jesus come—Spirit and bride now say—
The Holy City—home of endless day—
Is ours by right of blood redemption
For Thou, blest Lord, hast answered every question.
Composed by T.L. Mather