Come forth! come on, with solemn song!

The road is short, the rest is long!

The Lord brought here, He calls away:

Make no delay,

This home was for a passing day.

Here in an inn a stranger dwelt,

Here joy and grief by turns he felt;

Poor dwelling, now we close thy door!

The task is o'er,

The sojourner returns no more,

Now of a lasting home possest,

He goes to seek a deeper rest

Good-night! the day was sultry here,

In toil and fear;

Good-night! the night is cool and clear.

Chime on, ye bells! again begin,

And ring the Sabbath morning in,

The laborer's week-day work is done,

The rest begun,

Which Christ hath for His people won!

Now open to us, gates of peace!

Here let the pilgrim's journey cease.

Ye quiet slumberers, make room

In your still home,

For the new stranger who has come!

How many graves around us lie!

How many homes are in the sky!

Yes, for each saint doth Christ prepare

A place with care:

Thy home is waiting, brother, there!

Jesus, Thou reignest, Lord alone,

Thou wilt return and claim Thine own,

Come quickly, Lord! return again!

Amen! Amen!

Thine seal us ever, now and then!