HOW sweet the thought that we shall be
Forever, Lord, at home with Thee,
And see Thee as Thou art;
No more to tread life's rugged road,
But, in the palace of our God
To praise with all our heart.
How sweet the thought, that soon Thy voice
Will call the objects of Thy choice
To meet Thee in the air;
The dead in Christ will then arise,
And those alive, with glad surprise
Will join to meet Thee there.
Our hearts for evermore set free
To find unmingled joy with Thee,
Our blessed Saviour God;
Forever freed from sin's domain,
And ne'er to grieve Thine heart again;
Thyself our bright reward.
Then, as before Thyself we bend,
Unmingled praises will ascend
In songs of sweet accord;
Set free from all that hinders now,
The saints before Thy feet shall bow,
And own Thee sovereign Lord.
Thus as we think of that blest day,
Our happy hearts responsive say,
Lord Jesus, quickly come!
We long to see Thee face to face,
To be with THEE in that blest place,
We now, by grace, call HOME.