1 Lonely and weary, by sorrow oppressed,
Onward we hasten with longings for rest,
Bidding adieu to the world with its pride,
Longing to stand by Immanuel's side
Though we are pilgrims, before us now rise
Visions of glory rejoicing our eyes.
Bright are the crowns that we hope soon to wear,
Blessed the rest; O we long to be there.
2 There is the city in splendor sublime;
O, how its turrets and battlements shine!
Pearls are its portals, surpassingly bright,
Jasper its walls, and the Lamb is its light.
Pathways of gold that blest city adorn,
Glittering with glory far brighter than morn;
Angels stand beck'ning us onward to share
Glory unfading; we long to be there.
3 Rivers are gliding 'mid unfading trees,
Songs of the ransomed are borne on the breeze;
Glory-gilt mountains resplendent are seen,
Valleys and hills clad in Eden-like green;
There shall be glory of God ever be,
Filling the earth as the waves fill the sea;
There shall the ransomed, immortal and fair,
Evermore dwell; O, we long to be there.
Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #620
|First Line:||Lonely and weary by sorrows oppressed|
|Author:||Horace L. Hastings|