Lord, Thou Wilt Bring the Joyful Day

Lord

Thou wilt bring the joy­ful day!

Beyond earth’s wea­ri­ness and pains

Thou hast a man­sion far away

Where for Thine own a rest re­mains.

No sun there climbs the morn­ing sky

There nev­er falls the shade of night

God and the Lamb

for ev­er nigh

O’er all shed ev­er­last­ing light.

The bow of mer­cy spans the throne

Emblem of love and good­ness there;

While notes to mor­tals all un­known

Float on the calm

ce­les­ti­al air.

Around the throne bright le­gions stand

Redeemed by blood from sin and hell;

And shin­ing forms

an an­gel band

The migh­ty chor­us join to swell.

There

Lord

Thy way-worn saints shall find

The bliss for which they longed be­fore;

And ho­li­est sym­pa­thies shall bind

Thine own to Thee for ev­er­more.

O Je­sus

bring us to that rest

Where all the ran­somed shall be found

In Thine eter­nal full­ness blest

While ag­es roll their cy­cles round.