O WHAT shall we feel in Thy presence, when first
The visions of glory upon us shall burst;
Since now our soul longeth and speaketh for Thee,
O when, blessed Jesus, Thy face shall we see
Soon, soon, precious Jesus, Thy face we'll behold,
Our souls filled with rapture that cannot be told.
That face, once so marred, we shall gaze on at length,
And fearless behold, as the sun in its strength:
Those eyes, flames of fire, that so searching we prove,
Shall beam on us then inexpressible love.
Thy voice, like great waters,—how calmly our soul
Shall hear in the glory its deep waters roll:
Though now it rebuke us, and humbles our pride,
It shall speak only love to Thy glorified Bride.
We see Thee, Lord Jesus, with great glory crowned.,
And, waiting Thy coming, in peace would be found;
The visions of glory have turned all to dross—
For Thee, give us grace to count all things but loss.