Oh, happy day when Jesus comes
To call His ransomed home!
What joy 'twill be to see that One!
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

This world to me is not a home,
I only sojourn here,
Till that blest One "in beauty" come
To greet me "in the air."

Till then His presence is my home,
The sweetest home on earth;-
A real taste of home to come,-
The home now known to faith.

And soon will faith be lost in sight,
Then I shall share His home!
No sorrow there! a home how bright!
O come, Lord Jesus, come!

Come! take me to that home of love,-
Thy blood's my title there;
Oh, take me to Thyself above,
Thou Fairest of the fair.

Oh, happy day when Jesus comes
To call His ransomed home !
What joy 'twill be to sec that One !
O come, Lord Jesus, come !

R. H.