Sunday School Book ‎#51

51. To realms of glory I behold

1 To realms of glory I behold
My risen Lord returning;
While I, a stranger on the earth,
For heaven am ever yearning.
Far from my heavenly Father's home
'Mid toil and sorrow here I roam.

2 Far from my home--how long, dear Lord,
Before my exile endeth?
But far beyond the realms of sense
My fervent prayer ascendeth:
My prayer, unuttered, but a groan,
Shall rend the skies and reach Thy throne.

3 Then visions of the goodly land
By faith my soul obtaineth;
There I shall dwell for evermore
Where Christ in glory reigneth,
In mansions of that blest abode--
The city of the living God.

4 In that blest city is no night,
Nor any pain or weeping;
There is my treasure and my heart
Safe in my Saviour's keeping:
In heaven, my blessed Lord, with Thee,
May all my conversation be.

5 In glory He shall come again
To earth as He ascended;
So let me wait and watch and pray,
Until my day is ended.
That day, O Lord, is hid from me,
But daily do I wait for Thee.

6 And blessed shall that servant be,
O Lord, at Thy returning,
Whose heart is waiting, Lord, for Thee,
Whose lamp is trimmed and burning;
Him wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee,
In joy and peace eternally.

Text Information

• First Line: To realms of glory I behold
• Title: To realms of glory I behold
• Publication Date: 1909
• Topic: The Christian Festivals: Ascension
• Notes: Now Public Domain. Author from index: Wallin

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