1 Time, thou speedest on but slowly,
Hours, how tardy is your pace!
Ere with him, the High and Holy,
I hold converse face to face.
Here is naught but care and mourning;
Comes a joy, it will not stay;
Fairly shines the sun at dawning,
Night will soon o'ercloud the day,
Night will soon o'ercloud the day.
2 Onward, then, not long I wander
Ere my Saviour comes for me,
And with him abiding yonder,
All his glory I shall see.
Oh, the music and the singing
Of the host redeemed by love!
Oh, the hallelujahs ringing
Through the halls of light above!
Through the halls of light above!