Samuel John Stone

Weary of earth and laden with my sin, I look at heaven, and long to enter in.

’Mid toil and tribulation, And tumult of her war, She waits the consummation Of peace for evermore; Till with the vision glorious Her longing eyes are blest,

Yet Saints their watch are keeping, Their cry goes up, ‘How long?’ And soon the night of weeping Shall be the morn of song.

The Church’s one foundation Is Jesus Christ her Lord; She is His new creation By water and the Word.