Jesus, our hope, our life, our heaven

1 Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven,
The lingering times have flown;
To thee the kingdom now is given;
Return and claim thine own.

2 And, as we wait, along the skies
Unearthly glory steals;
And our glad spirits seem to rise,
To haste thy chariot wheels.

3 Although they seem to linger, still
Thy retinue on high
Is marshalled, and awaits the will
That bids their myriads fly.

4 Then we will wait, nor deem too long
The closing hours of grace;
But trim our lamps with cheerful song,
Till we shall see thy face.

5 Safe with the ransomed we shall stand,
And raise the victor's song;
A golden harp in every hand,
And praise on every tongue.

Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #800