O HOW I long to reach my home, My glorious home in Heaven! And wish the joyful hour were come, The welcome summons given!
O, how I long to lay aside This feeble house of clay; And, led by my celestial Guide, Explore the heavenly way!
O, how I long to be with Christ, Where all His glory beams! To be from this dark world dismissed, Which His dear name blasphemes!
O, how I long that world to hail, Where sin can ne’er defile! Where not a cloud shall ever veil My gracious Saviour’s smile!
O, how I long to join the choir Who worship at His feet! Lord, grant me soon my heart’s desire, And soon Thy work complete!
Charlotte Elliott, 1789-1871