The Glory of That Light

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I was journeying in the noontide,
When His light shone o'er my road -
And I saw Him in that glory,
Saw Him—JESUS, Son of God.
All around, in noontide splendor,
Earthly scenes lay fair and bright,
But my eyes no longer see them
For the Glory of that Light.
Others in the summer sunshine,
Wearily may journey on -
I have seen a light from heaven
Past the brightness of the sun,
Light that knows no cloud, no waning,
Light wherein I see His face,
All His love's uncounted treasures,
All the riches of His grace.
All the wonders of His glory,
Deeper wonders of His love,
How for me He won—He keepeth
That high place in heaven above.
Not a glimpse—the veil uplifted,
But within the veil to dwell
Gazing on His face forever,
Hearing words unspeakable.
Marvel not that Christ in glory
All my inmost heart hath won,
Not a star to cheer my darkness,
But a light beyond the sun.
All below lies dark and shadowed,
Nothing there to rest my heart,
Save the lonely track of sorrow
Where of old He walked apart.
I have seen the face of Jesus -
Tell me not of aught beside;
I have heard the voice of Jesus
All my soul is satisfied.
In the radiance of the glory
First I saw His blessed face,
And forever shall that glory
Be my home—my resting-place.