O that day will dawn upon us, shouts and trumpet horn,
With cheers and coloured streamers, the crowded streets adorn.
To greet us, mighty victors, who endured the cross and thorn,
Now home with all the angels, whose company, reborn.
Tis all so pure and simple, in a clear and crystal way,
How Love, before the ages, should seek a home to stay.
Coming down from heaven, in a lowly stable, lay,
A child, whose name brings Promise, whose light, eternal day.
A drop, the endless ocean, a breeze, the mighty gale,
A grain, the fields of harvest, a step, the mountain trail.
A sigh, the deepest sorrow, berth, the sunset, sail,
A breath, the world beginning, a Cross, salvation, hail.
A kiss of golden sunshine, the touch of falling rain,
The softness of the meadow, how free, the highland plains.
The rivers, calmly threading, the clouds, their endless train,
The vastness of the heavens, the smallness of the grain.
Bless us in the morning, its cool and sprightly air,
Bless us in the noontime, as the heat, our spirits wear.
Bless us in the twilight, the sun now bids us fare,
Bless us, come the nighttime, in our dreams, to find You there.
Soon the chosen hour, when all without a trace,
The Lord Himself appearing, in this, most hallowed place.
With saints and angels rousing, songs of joy and praise,
And we at last shall see Him, our maker, face to face.
In this, the silent hour, come set my soul aflame,
Alive to do Your bidding, to glorify Your Name.
That all my being burning, O my heart no longer tame,
To greet You at Your coming, to lay on You, my claim.