The New Jerusalem

1Another weary day is past,
I'm waiting still for thee;
O, keep me, Savior, till the last,
And set my spirit free.
I long to know thee as thou art,
And reign with thee in life;
O, let this longing, fainting heart
Now end the mortal strife.

2With thine immortal image seal
This feeble creature thine;
And all thy glory then reveal,
And let me in it shine.
I would be where thou art: O come!
No longer now delay;
But take thy weeping children home,
From sin and grief away.