‘Twill Not Be Long — Our Journey Here ;
Each Broken Sigh And Falling Tear
Will Soon Be Gone; And All Will Be
A Cloudless Sky, A Wave Less Sea.

Roll On, Dark Stream !
We Dread Not Thy Foam ;
The Pilgrim Is Longing For Home, Sweet Home.

‘Twill Not Be Long ! The Yearning Heart
May Feel Its Every Hope Depart,
And Grief Be Mingled With Its Song
We’ll Meet Again, ‘Twill Not Be Long !

Though Sad We Mark The Closing Eye
Of Those We Loved In Days Gone By,
Yet Sweet In Death Their Latest Song
We’ll Meet Again, ‘Twill Not Be Long !

These Chequered Wilds, With Thorns Overspreads,
Through Which Our Way So Oft Is Led
This March Of Time, If Faith Be Strong,
Will End In Bliss ; ‘Twill Not Be Long !