I

The time is drawing near,

It cannot tarry long,

When they who face the conflict here,

Shall join the glorious throng,

Where gladness fills each heart,

And honour crowns each brow;—

For tireless service fit me, Lord,

By willing service now.

II

Let no depressing thought

My brooding mind depress;

But let me hear, in winning tones,

What they who serve possess,

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

III

Let sunshine flood the soul,

When threatening night descends,

That I may see the light serene

No sunset ever ends.

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

IV

Let strength my spirit nerve,

That, with each labour done,

I may, like those who serve above,

See some new task begun;

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.

V

The time is drawing near,—

Till that bright morning break,

May I, with those who see Thy face,

Thy will, my pleasure make:

Where gladness fills each heart, etc.