Tell me the hour You'll show us your power.
Name me the day that You'll take us away.
When is the year of the end to our fear?
When shall we leave no longer to grieve
O're things of this earth?
To ascend Your high tower and live in Your bower,
To be what I may; a bright shining ray
Of Yours, ever dear, eternally near,
Never to leave because I believe
You'll give me new birth.
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