Hymn 213 - "In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,"

 

In hope we lift our wishful, longing eyes,

Waiting to see the glorious Sun arise;

How bright, how gladsome will His ad­vent be

When He shines forth in radiant majesty!

 

 

 How will our eyes to see His face delight,

Whose love has cheered us through the darksome night!

How will our ears drink in His well-known voice,

Whose faintest whisper makes our souls rejoice!

 

 

  No stain within, no foes or snares around;

No jarring notes shall there discordant sound;

All pure without, all pure within the breast;

No thorns to wound, no toil to mar our rest.

 

 

 If here on earth the thoughts of Jesus' love

Lift our poor hearts this weary world above:

If even here the taste of heav'nly springs

So cheersthespiritthatthe pilgrim sings:—

 

 

What willthe sunshine ofHis glory prove!

What the unmingled fulness of His love!

What hallelujahs will His presence raise!

What but one loud eternal burst of praise!