CH1941, Hymn #387

Verse 1
How cheering is the Christian's hope,
While toiling here below!
It bouys us up while this passing through
This wilderness of woe,

Verse 2
It points us to a land of rest,
Where saints with Christ will reign;
Where we shall meet the loved of earth,
And never part again.

Verse 3
A Land where sin can never come,
Temptations ne'er annoy,
Where happiness will ever dwell,
And that without alloy.

Verse 4
In that bright world no tears will flow,
Death ne'er can enter there;
For all who gain that heavenly land
Will be as angels are.

Verse 5
Fly, lingering moments, fly, O, fly,
Dear Savior, quickly come!
We long to see Thee as Thou art,
And reach that blissful home.