And is it so! I shall be like Thy Son

And is it so! I shall be like Thy Son?

Is this the grace which He for me has won?

Father of glory—thought beyond all thought!

In glory

to His own blest likeness brought!

Oh

Jesus

Lord

who loved me like to Thee?

Fruit of Thy work

with Thee

too

there to see

Thy glory

Lord

while endless ages roll

Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul.

Yet it must be: Thy love had not its rest

Were Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest;

That love that gives not as the world

but shares

All it possesses with its loved co-heirs.

Nor I alone; Thy loved ones

all complete

In glory

round Thee there with joy shall meet

All like Thee

for Thy glory like Thee

Lord

Object supreme of all

by all adored.