Hymn CXCIII. Long Metre. Longing for Heaven

O COULD I soar to worlds above, That blessed state of peace and love! How gladly would I mount and fly On angels' wings to joys on high!

But ah, still longer must I stay, Ere darksome night is chang'd to day; More crosses, sorrows, conflicts bear, Expos'd to trials, pains and care.

Well, let these troubles still abound, Let thorns and briars fill the ground; Let storms and tempests dreadful come Till I arrive at heaven my home.

My father knows what road is best And how to lead to peace and rest; To him I cheerful give my all, Go where he leads and wait his call.

When he commands my soul away Not kingdoms then shall tempt my stay; With rapture I shall wake and rise To join my friends above the skies.