O Son of God, in Co-Eternal Might

O Son of God

in co-eter­nal might

O Son of Man

clothed in the liv­ing light

Of God­head ma­ni­fest

in pow­er and glo­ry;

Lord Je­sus Christ

Thou sole de­sire

That doth Thy long­ing wor­ship­ers in­spire

For Thee alone

my spir­it yearns in me:

No bliss I find until I am with Thee.

The field is gold­en

flow’rs the mea­dow strew

The mount­ains rise sub­lime

the skies are blue;

In these the child of earth may well find plea­sure;

I too

re­joice in all of them

But

not con­tent

I want Je­ru­sa­lem.

Where Thou art thron­èd

thi­ther sets my sail;

Home is not home

ex­cept with­in the veil.

Angelic le­gions

in Thy bright­ness bright

Gaze on Thy face; my fa­thers share the sight;

The God-man’s match­less glo­ry is un­shroud­ed

And from that vi­sion

to the soul

Unmeasured waves of joy su­per­nal roll

That rise in full and ev­er full­er tone

Like ocean surg­es

to the Lamb’s white throne.

Then let me go—what fur­ther hin­ders me?

To mine own folk

the Son of Man to see.

No glance will I

of that ma­jes­tic beau­ty

My ea­ger soul would take her fill.

Joy ev­en now

and trem­bling

through me thrill.

I must away! Thou hast pre­pared my place;

My spir­it pant­eth

Lord

to see Thy face.