To Realms of Glory

To realms of glo­ry in the skies

I see my Lord re­turn­ing

While I

a strang­er in the earth

For Heav­en am ev­er yearn­ing.

’Mid toil and sor­row here I roam

Far from my heav­en­ly Fa­ther’s home.

Far from my home—how long

dear Lord

Before my ex­ile end­eth?

But far be­yond the realms of sense

My fer­vent pray­er as­cend­eth;

My pray­er

un­ut­tered

but a groan

Shall rend the skies and reach Thy throne.

Yet vi­sions of the pro­mised land

By faith my soul ob­tain­eth;

There shall I dwell for­ev­er­more

Where Christ in glo­ry reign­eth;

In man­sions of that bright abode

The ci­ty of the liv­ing God.

In that blest ci­ty is no night

Nor any pain or weep­ing;

There is my trea­sure

there my heart

Safe in the Sav­ior’s keep­ing;

In Heav­en

my ris­en Lord

with Thee

May all my thought and liv­ing be.

In glo­ry He shall come again

To earth as He as­cend­ed;

So let me wait and watch and pray

Until my day is end­ed.

That day

O Lord

is hid from me

But dai­ly I do wait for Thee.

How bless­èd shall those serv­ants be

O Lord

at Thy re­turn­ing

Whose hearts are wait­ing still for Thee

Whose lamps are trimmed and burn­ing;

Them wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee

In joy and peace eter­nal­ly.