1 SOON will the Master come: soon pass away
Our times of conflict, grief, and suffering here;
Our night of weeping end in cloudless day,
And sorrow's moment like a dream appear:
Eternity --- with Jesus --- in the skies ---
How soon that Sun of righteousness may rise!
2 We shall behold Him, whom not seen we love;
We shall be with Him, whom we long to see;
We shall be like Him, fit for realms above,
With Him, and like Him, for eternity:
Is now to sit at Jesus' feet our choice?
How will fruition then our souls rejoice!