166. In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes

4-10s.
by J.G. Deck
1
In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
 
Waiting to see the Morning Star arise;
 
How bright, how gladsome will His advent be,
 
Before the Sun shines forth in majesty!
2
How will our eyes to see His face delight,
 
Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night!
 
How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,
 
Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice.
3
No stain within; no foes or snares around;
 
No jarring notes shall there discordant sound;
 
All pure without, all pure within the breast;
 
No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest.
4
If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love
 
Lift our poor hearts this weary world above;
 
If even here the taste of heavenly springs
 
So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings,
5
What will the sunshine of His glory prove?
 
What the unmingled fullness of His love?
 
What hallelujahs will His presence raise?
 
What but one loud, eternal burst of praise!