I Long to Go

A land of glo­ry lies ab­ove

The home of joy and death­less love;

Where comes no suf­fer­ing

pain or woe:

There would I go

I long to go.

The sum­mons will come

the sum­mons will come

And the an­gel’s soft pin­ion shall car­ry me home:

To Je­sus’ arms

where naught alarms

I long to go

I long to go.

Here sor­row comes with tear­ful eye

We see com­pan­ions droop and die;

There none de­cay

nor ang­uish know—

There would I go

I long to go.

There flow’rs more bright than Ed­en’s bloom

To fill the air with sweet per­fume;

No scorch­ing heats

nor frost-blasts blow

There would I go

I long to go.

There sounds of rich­est mu­sic lave

The gold­en shore—a swell­ing wave—

No dis­cord mars the un­ceas­ing flow;

There would I go

I long to go.

There high amidst the hap­py throng

The theme of ev­ery rap­tured song

My Je­sus see

His smile to know

There would I go

I long to go.

When shall I breathe the per­fumed air

And gaze up­on those scenes so fair?

When safe­ly pass the last great foe?

Soon

soon I know; I long to go.

The sum­mons will come

the sum­mons will come

And the an­gel’s soft pin­ion shall car­ry me home:

To Je­sus’ arms

where naught alarms

I long to go

I long to go.

Here sor­row comes with tear­ful eye

We see com­pan­ions droop and die;

There none de­cay

nor ang­uish know—

There would I go

I long to go.

There flow’rs more bright than Ed­en’s bloom

To fill the air with sweet per­fume;

No scorch­ing heats

nor frost-blasts blow

There would I go

I long to go.

There sounds of rich­est mu­sic lave

The gold­en shore—a swell­ing wave—

No dis­cord mars the un­ceas­ing flow;

There would I go

I long to go.

There high amidst the hap­py throng

The theme of ev­ery rap­tured song

My Je­sus see

His smile to know

There would I go

I long to go.

When shall I breathe the per­fumed air

And gaze up­on those scenes so fair?

When safe­ly pass the last great foe?

Soon

soon I know; I long to go.