1 Only a little while here below
To watch and weep;
Only a few weary years I know
Till I shall sleep;
Peacefully sleep when my race is run,
Gladly go home when my work is done,
Heav’n’s joys to reap, heav’n’s joys to reap.

2 Only a little more toiling here
And I shall see
Visions of glory, dear Lord, appear
To gladden me;
Shining from heaven’s eternal shore,
Joyfully shining death’s dark tide o’er
In radiance free, in radiance free.

3 Only a little while here to wait
Till Thou shalt come,
Soon Thou wilt open heav’n’s golden gate
And call me home;
Then, O my King, I shall dwell with Thee,
Happy, how happy my soul shall be,
No more to roam, no more to roam.