C.M. sung to Claremont 1 O LORD, Thy glory we behold, Though not with mortal eyes; That glory, on the Father's throne, No human sight descries. 2 'Tis thence --- now Christ is gone on high, Redemption's work complete --- The Spirit brings His glory nigh, To those who for Him wait. 3 And we our great Forerunner see, In His own glory there; Yet not ashamed, with such as we, As Firstborn, all to share. 4 The Father's love, the source of all, Sweeter than all it gives, Shines on us now without recall, And lasts while Jesus lives. 5 The new creation's stainless joy Gleams through the present gloom; That world of bliss without alloy, The saint's eternal home. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |