Oh the brightness of the glory
Shining in the Saviour’s face!
Telling all the blessed story
Of the ways of God in grace.
Lowly, hated, and rejected
In the world He came to save—
By the glory of the Father
Raised triumphant from the grave.
Center of the Father’s counsels,
He for whom all things were made,
Object of the Father’s pleasure
Who the Father’s name displayed.
All the Father’s will accomplished,
Unto death obedient trod,
Now in highest glory seated
By the goodwill of His God.
I behold Him crowned with glory—
Glory in His unveiled face,
And in peace and rest before Him
In that glory learn of grace.
For it shineth in the visage
Of the One who died for me—
Bore my sins and all their judgment—
Suffered for me on the tree.
Called to share the Father’s pleasure
In His well-beloved Son,
Seated on His throne in heaven
For the work on earth well done.
I adore Him, and am waiting
To behold Him face to face—
In His presence praise the glory—
Learn the riches of His grace.