1 Only a few brief years
Of toil and pain,
Of weary heart-sick tears,
And I shall reign
With Jesus over there—
My trials o’er,
Within that land so fair,
To weep no more.
2 A few more fleeting days,
And I shall sing
The glad, new song of praise
To Christ, my King,
Upon that fairer shore
Beyond the skies,
Where tempests break no more
Nor clouds arise.
3 Not long have I to wait
Till life is past;
Beside the Golden Gate
I’ll stand at last;
My Lord will welcome me
Full soon at best—
To heaven’s glories free,
Home, peace and rest.