Passing Through

This world does not belong to me;
Nor do I to it -
There's greater joy awaiting me
For which my soul is fit.
This world does not belong to me;
I'm only passing through
A peace unknown; a greater home
When earth is made anew.

No greater joy do I desire
My soul will pass through flood and fire
Yet after valley there is the height -
Where faith at last becometh sight.

I do not know what beauty great
Untold and undescribed;
I do not know heaven's delights -
Enthroned in bright eternal skies.
Human mind shall never fathom
The glory of that crown;
The brightness of the glassy sea
When heaven's bliss is found.
My mind's eye cannot see
What bliss awaiteth me;
But I know in whom I have believed -
His face - one day - I'll see.

No greater joy do I desire
My soul shall pass through flood and fire
Yet after valley there is the height
Where faith at last becometh sight.

Small else shall matter much to me
When before His throne I stand;
I'll care little of these griefs and pains
Before in earthly land.
I only hope that when it's done
When I at last shall rise -
Oh, may I be found faithful;
Worthy of His blessed prize.

No greater joy do I desire
My soul shall pass through flood and fire
Yet after valley there is the height
Where faith at last becometh sight.

Although the pain may now be great
Though the showers now be strong
The griefs that now encompass me
Shall not really last for long.
All my soul now searches for -
All my heart does seek
Fulfilled and satisfied I'll be
When that great Voice shall speak.
And consummation full shall be
When in His great grace I'll hear
The greeting that shall finish all -
'Well done, and enter here.'

No greater joy do I desire
My soul shall pass through flood and fire
Yet after valley there is the height
Where faith at last becometh sight.

This world does not belong to me;
I'm only passing through
May I be found, in Him, complete -
His judgment cometh soon.
This world does not belong to me;
And one day I'll be free
Of pain and tears, of griefs and fears
And I will meet my King.

No greater joy do I desire -
My soul shall pass both flood and fire
After the valley there is great height
Where faith - at last - becometh sight.