We, shall behold Him face to face!
Blest joy that shall be ours!
This hope now sheds its heavenly rays
O’er sorrow’s darkest hours.
We shall behold Him as He is,
Nor ever from Him part;
And homage perfect as our bliss,
Shall flow from every heart.
We shall behold Him as He is!
His glory forth shall shine,
Reflected in His countless saints,
A radiancy divine.
Forever with Him at His side,
Wherever He shall be;
His chosen, spotless, glorious Bride,
To all Eternity.
We shall behold Him face to face
Whom God hath glorified,
Crowned with His many diadems,
Extolled and magnified.
The glories of a kingly line
Shall radiate round His Throne,
And all as King and Conqueror
The Lord of Glory own.
We shall behold Him face to face!
Oh, great and wondrous sight!
The Holy City then His Place―
The Lamb is there the light!
Effulgence of God’s glory, He
Shall beam on all around,
Until the universe shall be
With love’s own luster crowned.
We shall behold Him face to face;
Those love-lit eyes shall beam
On each receiver of the grace
That made us joy in Him.
In Him, the One who hath been slain,
Exalted thus on high,
A new creation, we His name
Shall praise and magnify.
We shall behold Him face to face!
We yearn to see the day,
That gives Thy Bride with Thee her place,
In all her blight array.
“The Spirit and the Bride say, Come.”
“Quickly,” is Thy reply,
Whose presence gives its fullest joy
To that blest Home on high.
We shall behold Thee face to face!
Though faith and hope be tried,
We prove the more the living grace
Thou spendest on Thy Bride.
We long for Thee, thou Coming One,
And daily learn to trace
The fullness of Thy perfect love,
Ere yet we see Thy face.