Come and reign; come and reign

Here I see the falling tear,As pilgrim now I roam,An exile from my Father's house;But soon he'll call me home.

Here I grieve the friends I love,And they in turn grieve me;But, O my Saviour! grant me grace,That I may not grieve thee.

Here disease invades our frame,We sicken, droop, and die;But there eternal youth shall bloom,And bright shall beam each eye.

Here we meet and part again,As far and near we roam;But there we'll meet to part no more,And sweetly rest at home.