Poyner

Lyrics

How long, dear Savior, O how long
Shall this bright hour delay?
Fly swift around, ye wheels of time,
And bring the promised day.

His own soft hand shall wipe the tears
From ev’ry weeping eye,
And pains and groans and griefs and fears
Are felt and feared no more.

From the third heav’n where God resides,
That holy, happy place,
The New Jerusalem came down
Adorn’d with shining grace.

Attending angels shout for joy,
And the bright angels sing,
Mortals behold the sacred seat
Of our descending King.