Now,
I don’t know
Just
when I’ll go,
But
go, I know, I must;
Then
comes for me
The
victory:
This
flesh shall turn to dust.
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I’m
troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How
I now long for the sweet victory,
How
I now long for that City so fair!
Angels
await,
Beyond
the Gate,
My sweet
Homecoming Day;
So I’ll
press on,
‘Till
set of sun,
I’ll
trust Him and obey!
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I’m
troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How
I now long for the sweet victory,
How
I now long for that City so fair!
My Lord
I’ll see
Coming
for me,
He’ll
then say, “Welcome home,”
For
Him I long,
He is
my song,
From
Him I’ll ne’er more roam!
Even
so, Come, Lord Jesus, and take me
I’m
troubled and tried with sin and despair;
How
I now long for the sweet victory,
How
I now long for that City so fair!
……….H. L. Gradowith……….
02-15-01