When shall I see the day

When shall I see the dayThat ends my woes;When shall I victory gainO'er all my foes;When will the trumpet soundThat calls the exile home—The grand, sabbatic year,When will it come?

A crown of glory bright,By faith I see,In yonder realms of light,Prepared for me.O, may I faithful prove,And keep the prize in view;And through the storms of lifeMy way pursue.

Jesus, be thou my guide,My steps attend;O keep me near thy side,Be thou my friend;Be thou my shield and sun,My Savior and my guard;And, when my work is done,My great reward.

O, how I long to seeThat happy day,When sorrow, sin and painShall flee away;When all the heavenly tribesShall find their long sought home;The Jubilee of Heaven,When will it come?