Hymn 81 - "O Lord, Thy glory we behold,"
O Lord, Thy glory we behold,
Though not with mortal eyes;
That glory on the Father's throne
No human sight descries.
'Tis thence—now Thou art gone on high,
Redemption's work complete—
The Spirit brings Thy glory nigh
To those who for Thee wait.
'Tis not for human eye to see,
Nor human ear to hear,
Nor heart conceive what it may be,
Or bring the prospect near.
But we our great Forerunner see
In His own glory there;
Yet not ashamed with such as we,
As Firstborn, all to share.
The new creation's stainless joy
Gleams through the present gloom:
That world of bliss without alloy,
The saints' eternal home.