English poem
Christian Songs, Song LXXI
by John Glas (1809–1894)
How long shall it be, e'er thy saints, Lord, with thee, As kings and as priests exalted shall reign? O when shall the time come that thou'lt bring them all home, With thee in thy glory for aye to remain.
2 Here ills are abounding, and dangers surrounding, And sorrows perplexing us, day after day: But when Christ appears, he will dry up our tears, O! Come then Lord Jesus, Come quickly away.
3 No sin shall prevail, no temptations assail; No evils be found, no doubts shall remain; But joys shall abound, and peace smile around: And holiness flourish when Christ comes again!
4 No pain's there remaining, nor cause of complaining, But pleasures unbounded shall flow ever there: What eye hath not seen, nor our thoughts can attain, True lasting, and glorious beyond all compare!
5 They'll all join their praises, with joy there to Jesus And all sing the worth of the Lamb who was slain; They'll ever adore him, who lov'd and dy'd for them, And wash'd their robes white, that with him they might reign!