"I long for the day! The night has been dreary. To tarry and pray, the flesh becomes weary. I long for the voice, God's servants awaking, 66 "O, then shall our eyes refrain from all weeping, And our eyelids no more shall be heavy with sleeping, When death is disarmed of his trident of terror, And sin has no charms for ever and ever. "Let weary ones sing! How can they be fearful? Since Christ is our King, our hearts will be cheerful I long for the day, 'mid this wreck of commotion, To land me safe home in eternity's ocean.' |