HOW quickly the moments are passing away
And speeding us onward to heaven's bright day,
But knowing His love, we have nothing to fear,
For nothing can harm us while Jesus is near.
This scene with its changes e'er long will be past,
And then we shall be in His presence at last,
And finding our rest, and our joy in His love,
While dwelling with Him in those mansions above.
How precious the thought we shall see Him e'er long,
And join in the chorus of heaven's new song,
His face in the glory we then shall behold,
In wonder exclaim that the half was not told.
Our rest will be perfect, our joy be complete—
To share all His glory we now are made meet,
In spirit, and body, and soul to be there,
And know what it is, all His glory to share.
The Man in the glory we're waiting to see,
The One who once suffered, and died on the tree;
His presence in glory makes heaven our home,
And we shall be with Him, no longer to roam.
Then keep us, blest Saviour, with lamps burning bright,
And cleaving to Thee through this long dreary night,
Each moment beholding fresh proofs of Thy love,
Till with Thee, and like Thee, in heaven above.