Lord, we expect a day

Still brighter far than this,

When death shall bear our souls away,

To realms of light and bliss.

2 There rapturous scenes of joy

Shall burst upon our sight;

And every pain, and tear, and sigh,

Be drowned in endless night.

3 Beneath thy balmy wing,

O Sun of Righteousness!

Our happy souls shall sit and sing

The wonders of thy grace.

4 Nor shall that radiant day,

So joyfully begun,

In evening shadows die away

Beneath the setting sun.

5 How various and how new

Are thy compassions, Lord!

Eternity thy love shall show,

And all thy truth record.