His Joy.

How sweet to know His joy will be
Unutterable then;
Whose visage once with grief was marred
More than the sons of men.
Exceeding glad that heart will be
(Once broken here with woe),
And o’er that Head, once bound with thorns.
The oil of joy shall flow.
To gaze upon the radiant throng
The purchase of His love;
He loader of their joyous strains,
Mid the bright choir above.
On earth to view His chosen race
For whom His tears were poured,
Bowed by His mighty love, at last
Him owning, God and Lord.
The nations, freed from Satan’s chains,
Shall Him alone obey;
His name from sea to sea adored, ―
From pole to pole His sway.
The Father, whom He glorified
‘Mid scorn of wicked men,
Has willed each knee to Him shall bow,
Each tongue confess Him then.
Ah, joy unmingled shall be His!
Exceeding every thought;
Transcending e’en the bliss of those
His precious blood hath bought.
His joy the climax of our own, ―
His glory aye to see, ―
Will fill each tuneful harp with praise,
Each heart with ecstasy.
R.