Tis near that glad, resplendent day
When Christ shall call His Church away
To that bright, deathless shore;
Then we shall see the Crucified,
The One in whom we now confide,
And sing the praise of Him who died,
Forever, evermore.

Oh, to the Bride what wondrous joy,
When she shall hear from yonder sky
The Bridegroom's cheering voice!
No more to wander here below
In this dark scene of strife and woe,
But up to her Beloved go,
Forever to rejoice.

Oh, may this hope of glory be
Brightening in us until we see
Our blessed coming Lord.
Then faith shall change at once to sight,
And prayer shall cease with time's dark night,
And hope forever take its flight,
When He gives our reward.

Then we shall evermore be there,
Beyond the sphere of sin and care,
Enjoying endless rest.
We'll gaze upon His glorious face,
And praise Him for His matchless grace
That brought us to that blissful place,
To be supremely blest.

He'll see the travail of His soul;
Full satisfaction then shall roll
Through stainless courts above.
The saved of every land and clime,
Assembled from the fields of time,
Shall His blest name in chorus chime,
In tireless strains of love.

C.C. Crowston