When shall I see the day

When shall I see the day
That ends my woes;
When shall I victory gain
O'er all my foes;
When will the trumpet sound
That 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 life
My 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 see
That happy day,
When sorrow, sin and pain
Shall flee away;
When all the heavenly tribes
Shall find their long sought home;
The Jubilee of Heaven,
When will it come?