I long to behold him arrayed

I long to behold him arrayedWith glory and light from above;The King in his beauty displayed,His beauty of holiest love:I languish and sigh to be there,Where Jesus hath fixed his abode;O, when shall we meet in the air,And fly to the mountain of God?

With him I on Sion shall stand,—For Jesus has spoken the word,—The breadth of Immanuel's landSurvey by the light of my Lord.But when, on thy bosom reclined,Thy face I am strengthened to see,My fulness of rapture I find,My heaven of heavens, in thee.

How happy the people that dwellSecure in the city above!No pain the inhabitants feel,No sickness or sorrow shall prove;Physician of souls, unto meForgiveness and holiness give,And then from the body set free,And then to the city receive.