O when shall I see Jesus
O when shall I see Jesus,And in his kingdom dwell?Partake its rest eternal,Its songs triumphant swell?When shall I be deliveredFrom this vain world of sin,And with my blessed JesusDrink endless pleasures in?
There is sweet rest in heaven,There is sweet rest in heaven,There is sweet rest, there is sweet rest,There is sweet rest in heaven.
And when the last loud trumpetShall rend the vaulted skies,And the entombèd millionsFrom their cold beds arise,Our ransomed dust revivèd,Bright beauties shall put on,And soar to the blest mansionsWhere our Redeemer's gone.
Our eyes shall then with raptureThe Saviour's face behold;Our feet, no more diverted,Shall walk the streets of gold;Our ears shall hear with transportThe hosts celestial sing;Our tongues shall chant the gloryOf our immortal King.