My beloved Lord, who went to prepare a home for me,
I wait for You with hope.
When will You come, my Jesus? When will You come?
When will I see Your glorious face, my Lord?

1.
I long to enter that golden home,
Built with precious jewels, and rest there forever.
Thinking of that blessed day, even today
I forget my worries and sing, finding comfort in You.

2.
On that holy day when the saints gather together,
I, the least of all, will stand beside You.
When I see the body that bore suffering for me,
I will stand there with eyes filled with wonder.