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 heartNow end the mortal strife.

With thine immortal image sealThis 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 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.