Here, the tones of earthly voices

"I come quickly." Blest assurance!

Lord! to meet Thee I arise,

'Tis Thine own - Thy special promise;

"Even so," my heart replies.

In this scene where all disown Thee,

I, a part of Thee, still roam;

Left to serve Thee here while list'ning,

For the "shout", to call me home.

Long have died upon mine ear;

What a moment - gracious Saviour,

When Thy blessed voice I hear!

That same voice which by Thy Spirit

Oft my spirit's yearnings staid;

When Thou hast in wondrous favour

This poor heart Thy "mansion" made.

Then 'twill call me up to mansions

In the Father's house above,

There to know more deeply - fully –

All Thy glory, all Thy love.

Sure that shout of resurrection,

Like one chord of mingled tone,

Will sound forth in thrilling cadence

All of Thee we here have known.

In that joy of full communion

Each shall have his special part,

Each a spot, reserved, O Father,

In Thy house, and in Thy heart.

Every vessel brimming over

With its prize - the Christ of God;

Small and great in joy ungrudging

Thou, our centre, Holy Lord.

Now, Thy wisdom we are learning,

Now, by faith Thy glory see;

As we gaze, our hearts are filling,

Satisfied, O Lord, in Thee.

Then, when we reflect Thine image,

When Thy beauty nought shall hide,

Thou shalt see Thy soul's deep travail

And Thy heart be satisfied.

Come, Lord Jesus, claim Thy people,

Here we wait and watch for Thee;

Thy blest voice shall be the key-note

Of eternal jubilee.

Gath'ring us - Thine own creation

To Thyself in Thine abode;

Like Thee - with Thee - and for ever

Near Thy Father and Thy God.