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.
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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