6.4.6.4.D. sung to Lathbury 1 OH bright and blessed hope! When shall it be, That we His face, long loved, Revealed shall see? Oh! when, without a cloud, His features trace, Whose faithful love, so long, We've known in grace? 2 That love itself enjoy, Which, ever true, Did, in our feeble path, Its work pursue! O Jesus! not unknown, Thy love shall fill The heart in which Thou dwell'st, And shalt dwell still! 3 Still, Lord, to see Thy face, Thy voice to hear; To know Thy present love, For ever near; To gaze upon Thyself So faithful known, Long proved in secret help With Thee alone; 4 To see that love, content On us flow forth, For ever Thy delight, Clothed with Thy worth. Nor, what is next Thy heart, Can we forget; Thy saints, O Lord, with Thee In glory met. 5 Perfect in comeliness Before Thy face, Th' eternal witness, all, Of Thine own grace; Together, then, their songs Of endless praise, With one harmonious voice, In joy they'll raise! |