To live is Christ henceforth for me,
My one desire His face to see;
Morn, noon, and night, ‘tis He alone
Who fills my heart with joy unknown,
Where’er I go may Christ be seen,
That all may know with Him I’ve been.
Although it bring reproach and shame,
He’ll keep me true to His blest name.
I want to know Him better here,
While pressing on to reach Him there,
Himself the mark, Himself the prize,
That speeds my steps, attracts mine eyes.
From where He is in glory there,
I watch for Him soon to appear;
The little while will soon be gone
And I shall see his face ere long.
A “little while,” then shall be heard
His welcome “shout” – His “quickening word” –
Then I shall see Him face to face,
Where shines the glory of His grace.
Until these eyes my Savior see
His path down here my path must be.
“Outside the camp” I follow on,
Because it leads to where He’s gone.
Though hosts of foes my way impede,
His arm of strength is all I need;
With girded loins I still press on,
For Christ my inmost heart has won.
‘Tis sweet to tread the path He’s trod,
Learning of Him to walk with God.
His cross behind – His home before –
Himself today and evermore.