1. Soon shall our Master come,
Our toil and sorrow cease;
He’ll call His waiting servants home,
And all be joy and peace.
2. Now may we do His will,
In all His footsteps tread;
And, in a world of evil, still
To grieve Him only dread.312
3. May we His name confess
’Midst suffering, shame, and loss;
Stand forth His faithful witnesses,
And glory in the Cross.
4. Watchful may each be found,
Our loins well girded b e;
In works of faith and love abound,
Till we our Master see.
5. Then shall we soar above,
Nor cease our sweet employ;
And hear Him say, with tend’rest love,
“Enter Thy Master's joy.”