I KNOW some day my Lord will come,
And stand within my humble home, -
His glorious presence in the room
Will make it like a rose in bloom.

His voice, like music on mine ear,
Will banish every thought of fear,
He'll fold me closely to His breast
And there in peace I'll sweetly rest.

And, oh, my Lord, on that sweet day
I know the words that Thou wilt say,
"It is enough, my child, come home,
thy work is done, beloved, come."

Then I'll arise and go with Thee
Across the shining, crystal sea,
Until we reach that blissful shore
Where we shall dwell for evermore.