Soon we shall meet again

When all our toils are o’er,

Where sin, and death, and grief, and pain,

And parting are no more.

2 O, happy, happy day

That calls thy exiles home;

The flaming heavens shall pass away,

The earth receive her doom.

3 Saviour, we wait the sound

That shall our souls release,

And labor that we may be found

Of thee in perfect peace.