1 I long to behold him arrayed
With glory and light from above;
The King in his beauty displayed,
His beauty of holiest love: I languish and sigh to be there,
Where Jesus hath fixed his abode:
O when shall we meet in the air,
And fly to the mountain of God! MIM 11.4
2 With him I on Sion shall stand,
For Jesus has spoken the word,
The breadth of Immanuel’s land
Survey by the light of my Lord.
But when, on thy bosom reclined,
Thy face I am strengthened to see,
My fulness of rapture I find,
My heaven of heavens in thee. MIM 12.1
3 How happy the people that dwell
Secure in the city above!
No pain the inhabitants feel,
No sickness or sorrow shall prove:
Physician of souls, unto me
Forgiveness and holiness give;
And then from the body set free,
And then to the city receive. MIM 12.2