Bear Me On

O how I long to see that day,
When the redeemed shall come
To Zion, clad in white array,
Their blissful, happy home.

O bear me on, bear me on, To Mount Zion,
O bear me on to that city of love,
Where saints shall ever dwell.

I’ll hear the alleluias roll,
From the unnumbered throng,
And with a heaven-enraptured soul,
I’ll join redemption’s song.

All hail! The morn of glory’s nigh,
The pilgrim longs to see;
That dries the tear from every eye,
Creation’s jubilee.



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