Oh, happy time, long waited for,
The comfort of my heart,
Since I have met the saints once more,
Oh may we never part;
Temptations cease to break my peace,
And all my sorrows die,
When I with you my love renew,
Oh, what a heav’n have I.
My sorrows passed and I at last
Have heav’nly comforts found;
My heart to Jesus I have giv’n,
And I’m for Canaan bound:
If fellowship with saints below
Is to our souls so sweet,
What heav’nly comforts shall we know
When round His throne we meet.
While here we sit and sing His love,
In rapture so divine,
With patience more like those above,
While in these songs we join;
Our hearts are filled with holy zeal,
We long to see the King;
We long to reach those heav’nly fields
Where saints and angels sing.
Sinners, come try, you that stand by,
You may be happy too;
Christ died for all who on Him call
Sinners, He died for you:
If I could know which of you’d go,
I’d take you by the hand,
And lead you on the way Christ’s gone,
Toward the heav’nly land.