To Realms of Glory

Verse 1

To realms of glory in the skies I see my Lord returning, While I, a stranger in the earth, For heaven am ever yearning. ’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam, Far from my heavenly Father’s home.

Verse 2

Yet visions of the promised land By faith my soul obtaineth; There shall I dwell forevermore Where Christ in glory reigneth; In mansions of that bright abode, The city of the living God.

Verse 3

In that blest city is no night, Nor any pain or weeping; There is my treasure, there my heart, Safe in the Savior’s keeping; In Heaven, my risen Lord, with Thee May all my thought and living be.

Verse 4

How blessèd shall those servants be, O Lord, at Thy returning, Whose hearts are waiting still for Thee, Whose lamps are trimmed and burning; Them wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee In joy and peace eternally.