Going Home

Let me go, let me go!
Jesus, face to face, to know;
For His clasp eternal yearning,
All my soul with love is burning,
Never can I rest below.

Glorious light, glorious; light!
Sun which through the clouds art blight!
Oh, to see the longed-for hour
When unveiled in all Thy power,
Thou shalt burst upon our sight!

Hark, the song, hark, the song!
Which the angel’s prolong;
Give me wings to bear me onward,
I would, soaring, ever sunward,
Join, today, the blessed throng.