208. In Hope We Lift Our Wishful, Longing Eyes

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.
“By whom also we have access by faith into this grace wherein we stand, and rejoice in hope of the glory of God.” (Romans 5:2)
“Looking for that blessed hope, and the glorious appearing of the great God and our Saviour Jesus Christ.” (Titus 2:13)
“I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.” (Revelation 22:16)
“But unto you that fear my name shall the Sun of righteousness arise with healing in his wings; and ye shall go forth, and grow up as calves of the stall.” (Malachi 4:2)
“We have also a more sure word of prophecy; whereunto ye do well that ye take heed, as unto a light that shineth in a dark place, until the day dawn, and the day star arise in your hearts.” (2 Peter 1:19)
“I Jesus have sent mine angel to testify unto you these things in the churches. I am the root and the offspring of David, and the bright and morning star.” (Revelation 22:16)
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!
“Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as he is.” (1 John 3:2)
“The night is far spent, the day is at hand: let us therefore cast off the works of darkness, and let us put on the armor of light.” (Romans 13:12)
“To him the porter openeth; and the sheep hear his voice: and he calleth his own sheep by name, and leadeth them out. And when he putteth forth his own sheep, he goeth before them, and the sheep follow him: for they know his voice.” (John 10:3-4)
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?
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