Maranatha, Maranatha!

At cloudless noon, or midnight bare
I long to see you by-and-by
To walk the crystal seas we share
And soar like angels in the sky

A sea of glass, a land so bright
And armies there are trained to fight
A throne of glory, heaven's own
Where ends of ends are there and shown

Our worthless toils--for pay and bread
A life of strife to lay one's head!
Was man created for this life
Where some is pain and all is strife?
Where moments that we save for years
Are gone in graves and many tears?

Is this our call, our soul's desire
To greet our moments like a fire?
Here today, and soon no more
As embers of that wooden door

Can this be it? To rise and toil
To grieve, and cry and grasp your soil?
To soon be buried, to soon be gone
To soon to dust, to soon is dawn

How long, o army!
How long, commander!
Maranatha
Maranatha!