How cheering is the Christian's hope,
While toiling here below!
It bouys us up while this passing through
This wilderness of woe,
It points us to a land of rest,
Where saints with Christ will reign;
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again.
A Land where sin can never come,
Temptations ne'er annoy,
Where happiness will ever dwell,
And that without alloy.
In that bright world no tears will flow,
Death ne'er can enter there;
For all who gain that heavenly land
Will be as angels are.
Fly, lingering moments, fly, O, fly,
Dear Savior, quickly come!
We long to see Thee as Thou art,
And reach that blissful home.