Out on the lonely cliffs,
Across the restless sea;
Doth memory's tide bring thoughts of love,
From God's eternity.
Yes from the other side,
“Hope," like a beacon bright,
Leadeth me on by a wounded hand,
Far from earth's dreary night.
Lo 'tis His face I see,
God's home, God's rest, is there;
Himself, in Whom all fullness dwells,
Whose glory I shall share.
Worm of the dust am I,
Yet for my. sins He bled,
His joy will be to bring me home,
To where His feast is spread.
The sands of time run out,
The songs of heaven begin;
“Worthy the Lamb that once was slain,”
All the redeemed shall sing.
Washed in His precious blood,
Spoil of His Cross am I;
Robed in His beauty soon shall shine
In Him to God brought nigh.
The Morning Star appears,
Earth's shadows flee away;
The Bridegroom's voice calls home His Bride.
To realms of endless day.
Dead saints, with living, rise.
At that transporting word;
Joy finds her consummation then,
“Forever with the Lord.”
Ages on ages roll,
Yet shall I serve Him still;
With unveiled face His glory see
Whose LOVE my soul doth fill.