246. Oh, for the Robe of Whiteness

7.6.7.6.D.
by J.N.D., suggested by Miss C.L. Smith
1
Oh, for the robe of whiteness,
 
To walk with Christ in light!
 
Oh, for the glorious brightness
 
Of day without a night!
 
We would a name of favor,
 
Graved on the stone of white;
 
We’d taste that manna’s flavor,
 
Reserved for heaven’s delight.
2
’Tis sweet, the thought of rising
 
The risen Lord to meet;
 
Or changed, ourselves surprising,
 
Like Him for whom we wait.
 
What joy supreme in seeing
 
The Savior face to face — 
 
The peaceful joy of being
 
Forever in that place!
3
Jesus, Thou King of glory,
 
We soon shall dwell with Thee,
 
And sing Thy love’s bright story,
 
When we Thy glory see.
 
E’en now our souls would enter
 
The holiest on high,
 
That all our love might center
 
On Thee who cam’st to die.
4
At God’s right hand in glory
 
Thou sitt’st, Thy work complete,
 
Till perfected the story
 
That gives us too our seat.
 
Then o’er the wide creation
 
Thy power will stretch its arm;
 
Secure from all temptation,
 
Free from all human harm.
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