Oh what will be that day, when nought grows old-
No dying eyes, no form lifeless and cold!
When time is not, nor age, nor slow decay-
Tears, sighing, pain and death, all fled away!

Oh what will be that day, when left below
Our journey, long and sad! when we shall know
His love who drew us on-how, from afar,
O’er that dark sea was Christ our Guiding Star!

O Lord, bring forth that day, when yields the sod
Its dead in Christ, awake-risen sons of God!
When we with them, all changed, to Thee ascend-
When our long pilgrimage shall sweetly end!

O Lord, bring forth that day, when we shall hear,
"Come, all ye blessed, come!" Voice sweet and clear!
When these, our eyes, shall see Thee in Thy grace-
Thy Form of love, adored, Thy once-marred Face!