On the Glory Side

If while we live ’mid sin be­low

We would in Christ abide

Thro’ faith this sec­ret we should know:

Live on the glo­ry side.

There’s glo­ry on the glo­ry side

With Christ once cru­ci­fied

By faith I rise thro’ cloudy skies:

I’m on the glo­ry side.

Ofttimes the sky seems hung with shrouds

Which Je­sus’ face would hide;

We’ll push our way ab­ove the clouds

Up to the glo­ry side.

The hea­vy fogs of doubt and fear

The mists of hu­man pride

Cannot ob­scure Christ’s pre­sence near

His is the glo­ry side.

However dark the clouds o’er­cast

The star­ry az­ure wide

I’ll gain the heights of Heav’n at last

Safe on the glo­ry side.