1 'Tis not far off--the hour
When Christ will claim His own!
We soon shall hear that voice of power,--
The Lord Himself shall come!

2 The days are passing by,
The years flow on apace,
Lord Jesus, Thy return draws nigh,
We long to see Thy face!

3 Eternal in the heavens,
Is our prepared abode,--
Radiant and pure, in light divine,
The building of our God.

4 Rest, Lord, in serving Thee,
As none have served below;
Oh, through that blest eternity
What tides of praise shall flow!

5 Come quickly, blessed Lord!
Like exiles here we roam;
Fulfill to us Thy gracious word,
Lord Jesus, take us home.