To realms of glory in the skies
I see my Lord returning,
While I, a stranger in the earth,
For heaven am ever yearning.
’Mid toil and sorrow here I roam,
Far from my heavenly Father’s home.

Far from my home—how long, dear Lord,
Before my exile endeth?
But far beyond the realms of sense
My fervent prayer ascendeth;
My prayer, unuttered, but a groan,
Shall rend the skies and reach Throne.

Yet visions of the promised land
By faith my soul obtaineth;
There shall I dwell forevermore
Where Christ in glory reigneth;
In mansions of that bright abode,
The city of the living God.

In that blest city is no night,
Nor any pain or weeping;
There is my treasure, there my heart,
Safe in the Savior’s keeping;
In Heaven, my risen Lord, with Thee
May all my thought and living be.

In glory He shall come again
To earth as He ascended;
So let me wait and watch and pray,
Until my da is ended.
That day, O Lord, is hid from me,
But daily I do wait for Thee.

How blessèd shall those servants be,
O Lord, at Thy returning,
Whose hearts are waiting still for Thee,
Whose lamps are trimmed and burning;
Them wilt Thou take to dwell with Thee
In joy and peace eternally.