** When we shall see the ransomed host ,
Oh ! what a joy unspeakable,
All nations gathered, kindreds , tongues
With God to dwell.
In a twinkling , in a twinkling,
Glory ! Hallelujah !
We'll be raptured , to His bosom,
Shouting 'Maranatha' !
Sweet voices blend with one accord,
To worship God.
The days are fleeting , end is nigh,
A precious thought to every saint,
We've waited long for that bright morn,
And ne'er did faint.
The kingdom cometh , reign of peace,
When God is King , then blissful mirth,
The saints with him as Kings and priests
Return to earth.
In days of yore the saints foretold,
That God would dwell with mortal men,
The earth restored , as Eden was,
For sons of men.
Then as the rose the deserts bloom ,
No maimed are there , no blind, no dumb,
When lamb and wolf with leopard lie,
Thy Kingdom come. **