The glory shines before me!
I cannot linger here!
Though clouds may darken o’er me,
My Father’s house is near.
If through this barren wilderness
A little while I roam,
The glory shines before me,
I am not far from home!

Beyond the storms I’m going,
Beyond this vale of tears,
Beyond the floods o’erflowing,
Beyond the changing years.
I’m going to the better land,
By faith long since possessed,
The glory shines before me,
For this is not my rest.

The Lamb is there the glory!
The Lamb is there the light!
There shall be no more weeping,
And there is no more night.
The voice of Jesus calleth me,
My race will soon be run,
The glory shines before me!
The prize will soon be won!

The glory shines before me!
I know that all is well!
My Father’s care is o’er me,
His praises I would tell.
The love of Christ constraineth me,
His blood hath washed me white,
Where Jesus is in glory—
’Tis home, and love, and light!