Author: Whitfield ~ Meter: 8.7.
Lord, we can see, by faith in Thee, A prospect bright, unfailing; Where God shall shine, in light divine, In glory never fading. A home above, of peace and love, Close to Thy holy person; Thy saints shall there see glory fair, And shine as Thy reflection. O how we thirst the chains to burst, That weigh our spirits downward; And there to flow in love's full glow, With hearts like Thine surrounded. No more as here, 'mid snares to fear A thought or wish unholy; No more to pain the Lamb once slain, But live to love Thee wholly! No more to view Thy chosen few In selfish strife divided; But drink in peace the living grace That gave them hearts united! Lord, haste that day of cloudless ray, That prospect bright, unfailing; Where God shall shine in light divine, In glory never fading.