I Long to Behold Him Arrayed

I long to be­hold Him ar­rayed

With glo­ry and light from ab­ove

The King in His beau­ty dis­played

His beau­ty of ho­li­est love:

I lang­uish and die to be there

Where Je­sus hath fixed His ab­ode:

O when shall we meet in the air

And fly to the mount­ain of God?

With Him I on Si­on shall stand

For Je­sus hath spok­en the word

The breadth of Im­ma­nu­el’s land

Survey by the light of my Lord;

But when

on Thy bo­som re­clined

Thy face I am strength­ened to see

My full­ness of rap­ture I find

My heav­en of heav­ens in Thee.