'Tis not far off—the hour
When Christ will claim His own!
We soon shall hear that voice of power,
The Lord Himself shall come!
The days are passing by,
The years flow on apace,
Lord Jesus! Thy return draws nigh,
We long to see Thy face.
Eternal in the heavens,
Is our prepared abode—
Radiant and pure, in light divine,
The building of our God.
Rest, Lord, in serving Thee,
As none have served below;
Oh, through that blest eternity
What tides of praise shall flow!
Come quickly, blessèd Lord!
Like exiles here we roam;
Fulfill to us Thy gracious word,
Lord Jesus, take us home.