When shall I see the day
That ends my woes?
When shall I vic­to­ry gain
Over all my foes?
When shall the trumpet sound
That calls the exile home?
The grand Sabbatic year,
When will it come?

A crown of glo­ry bright
By faith I see,
In yonder realms of light,
Prepared for me;
O, may I faithful prove,
And keep the prize in view,
And thro’ the storms of life
My way pursue.

Jesus, be Thou my guide,
My steps attend;
O, keep me near Thy side;
Be Thou my friend;
Be Thou my shield and sun,
My Sav­ior and my guard,
And, when my work is done,
My great reward.

O, how I long to see
That happy day,
When sorrow, sin, and pain
Shall flee away;
When all the heav’nly tribes
Shall find their long sought home—
The Jubilee of Heav’n,
When will it come?