Fade, fade each earthly joy,
Leave room for heavenly vision,
That I may see my bridegroom’s face
Along the way to heaven.
Fade, fade conceited mirth,
Leave room for heavenly peace
Which reigns midst tempest’s gloomy hour
And bids my sorrow cease.
Fade, fade temptation strong,
Leave room for God’s good will,
That I may follow where He leads
And find His pleasure still.
Fade, fade now, pride of life,
Leave room to view the cross,
That I may glory in His Name
For whom all things are loss.
Shine forth heaven’s light of day,
Leave room for nothing less,
And draw me towards my heavenly goal
Of Christ’s eternal rest.
Christina Joy Hommes