We Long To Be There

1LONELY and weary, by sorrow opprest,
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 share,
Blessed the rest–O, we long to be there!

2There 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 beckoning us onward to share
Glory unfading–we long to be there!

3Rivers 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 the 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!