1.I long to behold Him arrayed With glory and light from above; The King in His beauty displayed, His beauty of holiest love: I languish, and sigh to be there, Where Jesus hath fixed His abode; O, when shall we meet in the air, And fly to the mountain of God? 2.With Him, I on Zion shall stand, For Jesus has spoken the word; The breath of Immanuel's land, Survey, by the side of my Lord! But when, on Thy bosom reclined, Thy face I am strengthened to see, My fullness of rapture I find, My heaven of heavens, in Thee. 3.How happy the people whose home Is found in the city of God! As pilgrims no more they shall roam, Nor travel a dangerous road. Physician divine, unto me Thy soul-healing blessing now give, And keep me while waiting for Thee, And then to that city receive.