Oh Wouldst Thou in Thy Glory Come

Oh wouldst Thou in Thy glo­ry come

As Thou

Lord

hast fore­told it!

I count the mo­ment’s wea­ry sum

Until we may be­hold it;

With burn­ing lamp

the Church

Thy bride

Is wait­ing for the ho­ly tide

When Thou

Lord

wilt un­fold it.

Yet I would leave it to Thy choice

The hour when we shall meet Thee!

Though Thou dost love that heart and voice

Should dai­ly thus en­treat Thee

And hence­forth all my course should be

Still look­ing on and up to Thee

With heart pre­pared to greet Thee.

I joy that from Thy love di­vine

No pow­er my soul can sev­er;

That I may dare to call Thee mine

My Lord

my friend

for ev­er!

That I

O Prince of Life

shall be

Made whol­ly one in Heav­en with Thee

In life that end­eth nev­er.

And there­fore do my thanks o’er­flow

That one more year is end­ed

And of this time

so poor

so slow

Another step as­cend­ed;

And with a heart that may not wait

I hast­en to­wards the gold­en gate

Where long my hopes have tend­ed.

And when the wea­ried hands give way

And wea­ried knees are fail­ing

Then make Thy migh­ty arm my stay

Though faith and hope seem quail­ing;

That so my heart drink in new strength

And fear no more the jour­ney’s length

O’er doubt and pain pre­vail­ing.

Then on

my soul

with fear­less faith

Let naught to ter­ror move thee

Nor list what earth­ly plea­sure saith

When she would lure and prove thee;

The ea­gles’ wings of love and pray­er

Will bear thee through life’s toil and care

To Him who still doth love thee.