’Mid all the temp­ta­tions I dai­ly may meet,
While here, a poor pil­grim, I roam,
I’ve this to con­sole me, and oh, it is sweet—
The thought of the king­dom to come!

Refrain

The king­dom to come, the king­dom to come,
Where I my dear Sav­ior shall see!
The king­dom to come, the king­dom to come,
Oh, that is the king­dom for me!

How ma­ny have gone to that re­gion so fair;
But still, I am told, there is room!
And, if I am faith­ful, my lot shall be there—
Shall be in that king­dom to come.

Refrain

Oh, do not de­tain me with aught that is vain,
But let me press on to my home!
My spir­it is long­ing a place to ob­tain,
Inside of the king­dom to come!

Refrain

Oh, come and go with me to yon­der abode,
Where flow­ers eter­nal­ly bloom!
The home of the an­gels and child­ren of God—
The glo­ri­ous king­dom to come!

Refrain