And leads me to his rest!
3Hither, from earth's remotest end,
Lo! the redeemed of God ascend,
Their tribute hither bring;
Here, crowned with everlasting joy,
In hymns of praise their tongues employ,
And hail the immortal King.
63. C. M. Watts.
Longing for the House of God.
1Early, my God, without delay,