The Glad Home Coming

I am long­ing for the gath’ring

Of the ran­somed ov­er there;

I am wait­ing for the com­ing

Of the Bride­groom in the air;

I am put­ting on the gar­ments

Which the heav’n­ly bride shall wear;

For the glad home com­ing draw­eth nigh.

I am let­ting go the plea­sures

And the trea­sures world­lings prize;

I am lay­ing up my trea­sures

And am­bi­tions in the skies;

I am set­ting my affect­ions

Where there are no brok­en ties

For the glad home com­ing draw­eth nigh.

I am hast­en­ing the com­ing

Of the Bride­groom in the air

I am send­ing forth the Gos­pel

Of the King­dom ev­ery­where;

I am warn­ing saints and sin­ners

For the sum­mons to pre­pare

For the glad home com­ing draw­eth nigh.

Oh! the joy of meet­ing Je­sus

And the loved ones gone be­fore;

Oh! the bliss when death and sor­row

Sin and sick­ness come no more.

All my heart is turn­ing ev­er

To that ev­er­last­ing shore

Where the glad home com­ing draw­eth nigh.