Soon Christ, the Lord, will come
With shout in air,
To call His people Home
To meet Him there,
Then, in His glory bright, we’ll see Him shine,
And know the fullness of His love divine.
E’er long we’ll hear Him say,
Arise and come,
And gladly will we go
To be at Home;
Forever we will be with Him above,
And prove the wondrous fullness of His love.
Lord, haste that happy day
When Thou wilt see
The travail of Thy soul,
And happy be,
When we, in Thine own likeness will arise,
And meet Thee, blessed Saviour, in the skies.
We mourn Thine absence, Lord,
And long to be
Free from all taint of sin,
At Home with Thee;
For never will our hearts be satisfied
Until we see Thee as the one who died.