A Moment More


The soul doth sigh for heaven fair,
God’s wondrous face behold;
I long to laud the Lord of Hosts
While walking streets of gold.

To tarry here a moment more,
Then with Him we shall reign;
To be with Christ or live as Christ:
Both magnify His name.

Although this earthly tent constrains
The soul to cursed ground,
On soil the toil is not in vain—
In His work I abound.

Be still, O troubled soul of mine,
The kingdom’s path a slope;
Though feeble tread ye on this earth,
Thou hast an anchored hope.

To tarry here a moment more,
Then with Him we shall reign;
O Sovereign, ‘til Ye beckon me,
On earth hence I remain.

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