When shall I see the day
That ends my woes?
When shall I vic­to­ry gain
Over all my foes?
When shall the trum­pet sound
That calls the ex­ile home?
The grand Sab­ba­tic year,
When will it come?

A crown of glo­ry bright
By faith I see,
In yon­der realms of light,
Prepared for me;
O, may I faith­ful prove,
And keep the prize in view,
And thro’ the storms of life
My way pur­sue.

Jesus, be Thou my guide,
My steps at­tend;
O, keep me near Thy side;
Be Thou my friend;
Be Thou my shield and sun,
My Sav­ior and my guard,
And, when my work is done,
My great re­ward.

O, how I long to see
That hap­py day,
When sor­row, sin, and pain
Shall flee away;
When all the heav’n­ly tribes
Shall find their long sought home—
The Ju­bi­lee of Heav’n,
When will it come?