Assurance of Heaven makes the Soul willing to depart and be with Christ

Well, let this earthly house decay, This tabernacle cease, This our abode must pass away, And utterly decrease.

But Christ our Lord another shews, An heav'nly building stands, Our souls have got some certain views Of the new Canaan's lands.

Yonder on heav'ns eternal hill, We know that we may say We have an house, where we shall dwell, That never will decay.

Could we but climb and view the land, And keep the same in sight, Lord, we should long for thy command To quit this vale of night.

Jordan's cold streams, and death's dark shade, Would all be out of mind, While in this heav'nly frame we staid No terror should we find.

Then we should long to bid farewell To all this earthly ore, And go with Christ the Lord to dwell In pleasures evermore.

'Twould make us strive our race to run, The prize for to obtain, And wish to have our moments done, For to possess our gain.

Then we should thirst, and pant, and long To quit this mortal clay, And go and join the happy throng, In the bright realms of day.

'Twould make us strive to run our race, and all our work fulfil, That we might quit this mournful place, And land at Zion's hill.