Bright, bright home! beyond the skies,
Where Jesus is enthroned in glory,
Thy beauty gleams before mine eyes,
Thy portals glisten now before me,
Bright, bright, home!
Dark, dark world! I would not stay
Amid thy painted scenes of splendor:
I hasten toward the golden day,
Thy tinsel treasure I surrender,
Dark, dark world!
Sweet, sweet dawn! so fair and near!
Before the eastern skies are glowing,
I see the Morning Star appear,
The mountain – tops in silver showing
Sweet, sweet dawn!
Come, Lord, come! we wait for Thee,
We listen still for Thy returning;
Thy loveliness we long to see,
For Thee the lamp of hope is burning!
Come, Lord, come!