1 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.

2 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. A-men.

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

4 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.

Amen.