IF Jesus should come, if Jesus should come,
I’d welcome the call from on high;
There’s nothing can hold me; no money nor home,
I’d leave without saying goodbye.
I’m longing to go, I’m longing to go (2x)
When the trumpet shall sound from those
mansions on high,
I’ll leave without saying goodbye.
I’ve laid aside weights,
I’ve washed my robes white,
And the Blood’s flowing over my soul;
The way is so dark, and so long is the night,
But faith keeps its eye on the goal.
I’m tired of things earthly, everything here,
There’s nothing can hold me I know;
This world is a wilderness, nought I hold dear.
I’m longing just longing to go.
You laugh at me now, but some day you will long,
To have chosen your lot with me here;
You will wish for a mansion, a robe and a crown,
But ‘twill be too late then I fear.