O how I long to see that day
O how I long to see that dayWhen the redeemed shall comeTo Zion, clad in white array—Their blissful, happy home.
O bear me on, bear me onTo Mount Zion;Then bear me on to that city of loveWhere saints will ever dwell.
I'll hear the alleluias rollFrom the unnumbered throng,And with a heaven-enraptured soulI'll join redemption's song.
I'll see all Israel safe at home,Singing on Zion's hight;And Jesus crowned upon his throne,Creation's Lord, by right.
All hail! the morn of glory 's nighThe pilgrim longs to see,That dries the tear from every eye—Creation's jubilee.
Jerusalem I long to see,Blest city of my King;And eat the fruit of life's fair tree,And hear the blood-washed sing.
My longing heart cries out, O, come!Creation groans for thee!The weary pilgrim sighs, O, come!Bring immortality.