Looking for that blessed hope.

COME on, my partners in distress, My comrades in the wilderness, Who feel your sorrows still; Awhile forget your griefs and fears, And look beyond this vale of tears, To that celestial hill.

Beyond the bounds of time and space, Look forward to that heav'nly place, The Saint's secure abode; On faith's strong eagle pinions rise, And force your passage to the skies, And scale the mount of God.

Who suffers with our Master here, Shall there before his face appear, And by his side sit down: To patient faith the prize is sure; And all that to the end endure The cross, shall wear the crown.