By and by is surely coming,
God's own blessed by and by,
When we shall no longer question,
What, and when, and how, and why?
Toil and care, and task and duty,
Will be buried with the dust,
May, and can, and choice, and pleasure,
Take the place of ought and must.
From the soul in glad upwelling,
Songs of worship, fresh and new,
Fill the hours of toil with music,
And to live is just to do;
Life is joy, the joy of labor,
When the heart, aglow with love,
Reaches up and onward ever,
To the higher joys above.
Doing while the heart-strings quiver,
With the pleasure service brings;
Doing for the hearts that love us,
Till the raptured spirit sings,
That is heav'n, the heav'n of glory,
And 't is coming, yes, 'tis near,
Faith already sights the harbor,
God's own welcome soon we 'll hear.

Welcome the time, glorious day!
Welcome the time, glorious day!
Oh glorious day! oh glorious day!
Come when it will, come when it may,
Come when it will, yes, come when it may.