Glory, Glory, All Is Glory

Glory

glo­ry

all is glo­ry

O the con­stant joy I see;

Not a sha­dow

care or sor­row

Hides my bless­èd Lord from me.

Glory

glo­ry

all is glo­ry

Jesus dwell­eth in my soul;

From the full­ness of His mer­cy

Floods of rap­ture o’er me roll.

O the rest­ing and com­mun­ing

From the bu­sy world apart;

While the Spir­it gent­ly whis­pers

Words of pro­mise to my heart.

Glory

glo­ry

what a Sav­ior

How His ten­der words of love

Draw me up­ward to the plea­sures

In the Gold­en Land ab­ove.

Hallelujah

I shall see Him

And be­hold Him face to face;

There for­ev­er will I praise Him

For the rich­es of His grace.