Matthew 25: Come, ye blessed

Here on earth He bids us come
Weary to Himself for rest,
There receives His brethren home,
Makes, whom He pronounces, bless'd.
Crowns with immortality,
Gives the joy prepared for me.

Saviour now to Thee I cry,
Come, and all my heart possess,
Then returning in the sky
Call me to Thy happiness.
Bid me at Thy side sit down
Partner of Thy heavenly throne.