Meditation

Oft I am so lone­ly

In this world of care

But I know in Glo­ry

No sad ones dwell there.

Yes

I know

in Heav­en

Jesus waits for me;

When my work is end­ed

I shall with Him be.

When I en­ter Heav­en—

City

bright and fair

He’ll be first to wel­come

Me

a child and heir

To those heav’n­ly trea­sures

Laid

by Christ

in store

For the wea­ry tra­ve­ler

When this life is o’er.

Why

then

should I wan­der

Blindly here in sin

When in Heav­en yon­der

Is a crown to win.

O dear Sav­ior

guide me

Keep me by Thy side;

May I now and ev­er

In Thy love abide.