Another weary day is past

Another weary day is past,
I 'm waiting still for thee;
O, keep me, Savior, till the last,
And set my spirit free.
I long to know thee as thou art,
And reign with thee in life;
O, let this longing, fainting heart
Now end the mortal strife.

With thine immortal image seal
This feeble creature thine;
And all thy glory then reveal,
And let me in it shine.
I would be where thou art: O come!
No longer now delay;
But take thy weeping children home,
From sin and grief away.

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 skies
Unearthly glory steals,
And our glad spirits seem to rise,
To haste thy chariot wheels.

Although they seem to linger, still
Thy retinue on high
Is marshalled, and awaits the will
That bids their myriads fly.
Then we will wait, nor deem too long
The closing hours of grace,
But trim our lamps with cheerful song,
Till we shall see thy face.