Lord, Thou wilt bring the joyful day

Verse 1

Lord, Thou wilt bring the joyful day! Beyond earth’s weariness and pains, Thou hast a mansion far away, Where for Thine own a rest remains.

Verse 2

No sun there climbs the morning sky, There never falls the shade of night, God and the Lamb, for ever nigh, O’er all shed everlasting light.

Verse 3

The bow of mercy spans the throne, Emblem of love and goodness there; While notes to mortals all unknown Float on the calm, celestial air.

Verse 4

Around the throne bright legions stand, Redeemed by blood from sin and hell; And shining forms, an angel band, The mighty chorus join to swell.

Verse 5

There, Lord, Thy way-worn saints shall find The bliss for which they longed before; And holiest sympathies shall bind Thine own to Thee for evermore.

Verse 6

O Jesus, bring us that rest, Where all the ransomed shall be found, In Thine eternal fullness blest, While ages roll their cycles round.