Well I know the blessèd morrow
Christ will come for mea.
‘Midst the light, and peace, and glory
Of the Father’s home
Christ for me is waitingb, watching,
Waiting till I come.
Now I see the golden towersc,
Cityd of my God.
There, amidst the love and glory,
He is waiting yet;
On His hand a name is gravene
He can ne’er forget.
Is the footfall through the desert,
Ever drawing near.
There, made ready are the mansionsb,
Glorious, bright, and fair;
But the Bridec the Father gave Him
Still is wanting there.
As the Morning Stara foretelling
God’s unclouded dayb?
He it is who came to win me
On the Cross of shamec;
In His glory well I know Him
Evermore the samed.
O the wondrous words of greetinga
He shall speak at last!
He and I together ent’ring
Those bright courts above;
He and I together sharingb
All the Father’s love.
In that holiness unsulliedb
I shall walk with Him.
Meet companionc, then, for Jesus,
From Him, for Him, made;
Glory of God’s graced for ever
There in me displayede.
I, who through the lonely desert
Trod where He had gone.
He and I in that bright glory
One deep joyb shall share;
Mine, to be for ever with Him,
His, that I am there.
2c: Rev.21:18
2d: Heb.12:22
2e: Isa.49:16
3c: John 3:29; Rev.19:7, 22:17
4c: Heb.12:2
4d: Heb.13:8
6c: 1 John 3:2,3; 2 Cor.8:9
6d: Gal.2:20
6e: Heb.12:1
What a hope! What longing for intimate fellowship with Jesus! Heaven touches us here!
