Music by Edward J. Hopkins, words by James G. Deck
In hope, we lift our wishful, longing eyes,
Waiting to see the Morning Star arise;
How bright, how happy will His coming be,
Before the Sun shines forth in majesty!
How will our eyes to see His face delight,
Whose love has cheered us through the long, dark night!
How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,
Whose faintest whispers make our souls rejoice!
No stain within; no foes or snares around;
Unending grace, harmonious peace abound
All pure without, all pure within the heart;
No thorns can wound, no toil our rest can part.
If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love
Lift our poor hearts this weary world above;
If even here the taste of heavenly springs
So cheers the spirit, that the pilgrim sings:
What will the sunshine of His glory prove!
What the unmingled fulness of His love!
What hallelujahs will His presence raise!
What but one loud, eternal burst of praise!