1 To realms of glory I behold
My risen Lord returning;
While I, a stranger in the earth,
For heaven am ever yearning.
Far from my heavenly Father’s home
’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam.
2 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.
3 Then visions of the goodly land
By faith my soul obtaineth;
There I shall dwell forevermore
Where Christ in glory reigneth
In mansions of that bright abode--
The city of the living God.
4 In that blest city is no night,
Nor any pain or weeping;
There is my treasure and my heart,
Safe in my Saviour’s keeping;
In heaven, my blessed Lord, with Thee,
May all my conversation be.
5 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.
6 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.