159. To Realms of Glory I Behold

1 To realms of glory I behold
My risen Lord returning;
While I, a stranger in the earth,
For heav'n am ever yearning.
Far from my heav'nly Father’s home,
’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam.

2 In that blest city is no night,
Nor any pain or weeping;
There is my treasure, there my heart,
Safe in my Saviour’s keeping;
In heav’n, my blessed Lord, with Thee,
May all my conversation be.

3 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 do I wait for Thee.

4 And blessed shall that servant be,
O Lord, at Thy returning,
Whose heart is waiting, Lord, for Thee,
Whose lamp is trimmed and burning;
Him wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee
In joy and peace eternally.

Amen.

Text Information
First Line: To realms of glory I behold
Title: To Realms of Glory I Behold
Translator: Claude W. Foss
Author: Johan Olof Wallin (1816)
Language: English
Publication Date: 1947
Tune Information
Name: [To realms of glory I behold]
Composer: Johann Hermann Schein (1627)



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