“You would tell me of joy in the things that are passing,
Passing and fading away;
You would have me find pleasure in that which is perishing,
Perishing every day;
But the One who enraptured my heart with His beauty,
The light of my heaven shall be,
And just one look of love is sufficient to render
Earth’s loveliness nothing to me.
O! then say, will you listen just now to the story?
Just now to the sound of His voice?
Will you come to my Saviour, who died to redeem you,
And earnestly make Him your choice?
Far apart from this world, in its death and its ruin,
And cleansed from my terrible sins,
I am resting in Jesus, just quietly waiting,
Until the bright day-dawn begins.
And then, in the light of His presence forever,
Right home, with a song to His praise,
Never under a shadow of grief, nor of sadness,
He’ll keep me through fathomless days.
O! then say, will you listen just now to the story?
Just now to the sound of His voice?
Will you come to my Saviour, so willing to bless you,
And make you for aye to rejoice?”