Ah how can we the glory tell,
Or say how soon the Lord may come:
Enough for us to know full well
That soon Himself shall call us home.
There, to His glorious likeness wrought,
We shall partake His majesty.
If there be rapture in the thought
What will the glad fulfillment be? -
As through a glass, but faintly now
Our feeble faith discerns the sight; ,
But when before the throne we bow
The dimness will be lost in light.
Then shall we know as we are known,
And see our Savior face to face,
Amid the glories of the throne
That shine through all the heavenly space.
The sorrows of these days of ours,'
And all the gloom that now bespreads,
Will but enhance the grace that pours
Such oil of gladness on our heads.
Faith then will see her trust fulfill'd,
And hope's desires be far surpass'd,
But Love Divine shall ne'er be still'd
Long as eternity shall last., ,
A WORD OF WORSHIP.
Thou art the Everlasting Word,
The Father's only Son,
God manifestly seen and heard,
And Heaven's beloved One;
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
In Thee most perfectly express'd,
The Father's glories shine,
Of the full Deity possess'd,
Eternally Divine!
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
True image of the Infinite,
Whose essence is conceal' d
Brightness of untreated light,
The heart of God reveal’d;
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
But the high myst'ries of Thy Name,
An angel's grasp transcend,
The Father only-glorious claim!
The Son can comprehend:
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
Yet loving Thee, on whom His love
Ineffable doth rest,
Thy members all, in Thee-above,
As one with Thee are blest!
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
Throughout the universe of bliss,
The center Thou, and Sun,
Th' eternal theme of praise is this,
To Heaven's beloved One:
Worthy, 0 Lamb of God, art Thou
That ev'ry knee to Thee should bow.
THE SONG OF FAITH.
" What time I am afraid, I will trust in Thee."-Psa. 56:3.
God is for me-I fear not, though all against me rise:
When I call on Christ my Savior, the host of evil flies;
My Friend, the Lord Almighty! and He who loves me,
God!
What enemy shall harm me, though coming like a flood!
I know it; I believe it; I say it fearlessly,
That God, the highest, mightiest, forever loveth me;
At all times, in all places, He standeth at my. Side
He rules the battle's fury, the tempest, and the tide.
A Rock that stands forever, is Christ my Righteousness!
And there I stand unfearing, in everlasting bliss;
No earthly thing is needful to this my life from heaven,
And naught of love is worthy, save that which Christ has given.
Christ, all my praise and glory, my light most sweet and fair!-
The ship wherein He saileth is scatheless everywhere.
In Him I dare be joyful, as a hero in the war;
The judgment of the sinner affrighteth me no more.
There is no condemnation, there is no hell for me;
The torment and the fire my eyes shall never see.
For me there is no sentence, for me death has no sting,
Because the Lord who loves me, shall shield me with His wing.
Above my soul's dark waters His Spirit hovers still;
He guards me from all sorrows, from terror and from ill;
In me He works; and blesses-the life-seed He has sown;
From Him I learn the " Abba"-that prayer of faith alone!
And if, in lonely places, a fearful child, I shrink,
He prays the prayers within me I cannot ask or think-
The deep unspoken language, known only to that love,
That fathoms the heart's mystery from the throne of light above.
His Spirit to my spirit sweet words of comfort saith,
How God the weak one strengthens who leans on Him in faith;
How He hath built a city of love and light and song,
Where the eye at last beholdeth what the heart hath loved so long.
And there is mine inheritance, my kingly palace, home!
The leaf may fall and perish, not less the spring will come;
Like wind and rain of winter, our earthly sighs and tears,
Till the golden summer dawneth of the endless year of years.
The world may pass and perish; Thou, God, wilt not remove;
No hatred of all devils can part me from Thy love:
No hungering nor thirsting, no poverty nor care,
No wrath of mighty princes, can reach my shelter there.
No angel, and no heaven, no throne, nor power, nor might,
No love, no tribulation, no danger, fear, nor fight,
No height, no depth, no creature that has been or can be,
Can drive me from Thy bosom-can sever me from Thee!
My heart in joy upleapeth, grief cannot linger there,
She singeth high in glory amidst the sunshine fair;
The sun that shines upon me is Jesus and His love;
The fountain of my singing is high in heaven above.