Fellowship Hall

I'm longing for that glorious day when Jesus Christ shall come, I long to see His blessed face; When all the saints thoughout the ages shall be gathered home, The ones who've trusted in His grace.

I'm longing for Jesus to come back, I long for Jesus Christ, my King, to come and take me to my home beyond the sky, up there where angels shout and sing.

Sometimes the road seems rough and hard, the pathway seems so long, But He is always by my side; He whispers loving words to me and tells me to be strong, That He will always lead and guide.

I'm longing for Jesus to come back, I long for Jesus Christ, my King, to come and take me to my home beyond the sky, up there where angels shout and sing.

Oh, what a glorious time 'twill be when thru the air I go, To meet the one who died for me; My sorrows, cares, my trials, tears, will all be left below, For then my way will be complete.

I'm longing for Jesus to come back, I long for Jesus Christ, my King, to come and take me to my home beyond the sky, up there where angels shout and sing.