S.M. sung to Trentham 1 'TIS not far off --- the hour When Christ will claim His own! We soon shall hear that voice of power, The Lord Himself shall come. 2 The days are passing by; The years flow on apace; Lord Jesus! Thy return draws nigh; We long to see Thy face. 3 Eternal in the heavens, Is our prepared abode --- Radiant and pure, in light divine, The building of our God. 4 Then rest, divinely sweet, Our pilgrim feet shall know; And through that blest eternity What tides of praise shall flow! 5 Come quickly, blessed Lord! Like exiles here we roam; Fulfil to us Thy gracious word, Lord Jesus, take us home. | Alternative tunes (S.M.) |