His countenance angels can often behold

His countenance angels can often behold

But ne’er taste His love in His grace;

His saints

though they know of His pure

boundless love

Have never yet once seen His face.

His saints will before long His visage behold

E’en in His bright glory will share;

But Mary

beholding His tears as He wept

Could touch His heart’s agony there.

Could touch His heart’s agony there.

We’ll soon see the Lord

as He is

face to face

We’ll know Him as never before;

But that touch today

healing our broken heart

In that day will be felt no more.

That day

though our lips offer unceasing praise

No tears

then

nor prayers fervent burn;

Nor is there the comfort received through much pain

Nor trust gained through trials to learn

Nor trust gained through trials to learn.

Exceeding in glory

that day we’ll be crowned

Yet there’ll be no cross to obey;

The sweet fellowship of His suff’rings for us

We only can share in today.

Once we’ve that rest entered

no weariness then

Nor chance will remain to partake

The trials nor the hardships

nor happiness lost

Nor suffering borne for His sake

Nor suffering borne for His sake.

Oh

chances to suffer for Him are so few

His shame and derision to bear;

Such blest opportunities soon pass away

That He in our troubles may share.

All loneliness

misunderstandings and scorn

Despisings and sorrows will flee;

I treasure these blessings

for through them

O Lord

I enter sweet oneness with Thee

I enter sweet oneness with Thee.

I long to behold

Lord

Thy countenance soon

What rapture with Thee

Lord

to meet.

But neither seek I all these trials to avoid;

Such times

Lord

are too rare and sweet.

Have mercy on me

fill me with Thy great love

For Thee

Lord

to live at all cost;

Lest Thy servant

hoping for that blessed day

That day

regret chances were lost

That day

regret chances were lost.