Resign’d to the burden we bear,
But longing to triumph with thee.
’Tis good at thy word to be here,
’Tis better in thee to be gone,
And see thee in glory appear,
And rise to a share of thy throne.
“To mourn for thy coming is sweet,
To weep at thy longer delay:
But thou whom we hasten to meet
Shall chase all our sorrows away.