1 I long to behold him array'd
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty display'd,
His beauty of holiest love;
I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fix'd his abode,
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God.

2 With him I on Zion shall stand,
(For Jesus hath spoken the word)
The breadth of Immanuel's land
Survey by the light of my LORD:
But when on thy bosom reclin'd,
Thy face I am strengthened to see
My fulness of rapture I find,
My Heaven of Heaven's in thee!

3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove:
Physician of souls unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give,
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive.