Longing After Christ

Verse 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?

Verse 2

With him, I on Zion shall stand, For Jesus has spoken the word; The breadth 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.

Verse 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.