The glory shines before me!
I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken over me,
My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren desert
A little while I roam-
The glory shines before me;
I am not far from home!

Beyond the storms I’m going,
Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the flood’s overflowing,
Beyond the changing years;
I’m going to the home-land,
By faith long since possessed-
The glory shines before me,
For this is not my rest!

The Lamb is there the glory!
The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calls me,
My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me:
The prize will soon be won!

The glory shines before me!
I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is over me,
His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constrains me,
His blood has washed me white:
Where Jesus is in glory-
‘Tis home! and love! and light!