"I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again, and receive you unto myself; that where I am there ye may be also."—John xiv, 2, 3.
'Twas a doleful night, on Calvary's height,
When the Lamb of God was slain;
But Hope's cheering ray, shone bright o'er the day,
When he rose from the tomb again.
CHORUS.—O Jesus! my Saviour! dear Saviour come!
Our hearts weary grow,
Of thy longer delay—
O hasten to gather us home!
"I go," he said, "to prepare a place,"
Blest mansions in glory's domain;
And the promise, sure, sweetly fell from his lips,
"For you I'll return again!"
Through storm and night, so dark and drear,
In perils, grief and pain,
Thy people have sighed for the promised day,
When thou wouldst return again!
How long, O Lord, shall we watch and weep,
For the rightful Heir to reign?
And the myriad saints in silence sleep,
Who wait thy return again?
See the signs fulfilled of his Advent near!
Soon he comes in his kingdom to reign!
Not long will the wheels of his chariot stay,
That brings his return again!
The soul that once bowed with its burden of woe,
Shall rejoice o'er the flowery plain,
And a dazzling crown deck the care-worn brow
When the King in his beauty shall reign!
No tears or death shall await them more,
Who the better land attain;
O, we long to hail, with rapturous joy,
Thy glorious return again!