Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven

Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven,The lingering times have flown;To thee the kingdom now is given;Return and claim thine own.

And, as we wait, along the skiesUnearthly glory steals;And our glad spirits seem to rise,To haste thy chariot wheels.

Although they seem to linger, stillThy retinue on highIs marshalled, and awaits the willThat bids their myriads fly.

Then we will wait, nor deem too longThe closing hours of grace;But trim our lamps with cheerful song,Till we shall see thy face.

Safe with the ransomed we shall stand,And raise the victor's song;A golden harp in every hand,And praise on every tongue.