Soon will the Master come: soon pass away
Our times of conflict, grief, and suffering here;
Our nights of weeping end in cloudless day
And sorrow’s moment like a dream appear;
Eternity–with Jesus–in the skies–
How soon that Sun of righteousness may rise!

We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love,
We shall be with Him, whom we long to see;
We shall be like Him, fit for realms above,
With Him, and like Him, for eternity!
Is now to sit at Jesus’ feet our choice?
How will fruition then our souls rejoice!