1 Jesus, our Hope, our Life, our Heaven, The lingering times have flown; To thee the kingdom now is given; Return and claim thine own.
2 And, as we wait, along the skies Unearthly glory steals; And our glad spirits seem to rise, To haste thy chariot wheels.
3 Although they seem to linger, still Thy retinue on high Is marshalled, and awaits the will That bids their myriads fly.
4 Then we will wait, nor deem too long The closing hours of grace; But trim our lamps with cheerful song, Till we shall see thy face.
5 Safe with the ransomed we shall stand, And raise the victor's song; A golden harp in every hand, And praise on every tongue.Source: The Seventh-Day Adventist Hymn and Tune Book: for use in divine worship #800
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