I shall be satisfied;
Yea, but not here,
Where sin and death abide,
And every tear
Proclaims the heart's unrest,
The hungry, longing breast,
For that which satisfies,
And husheth all our cries.

I shall be satisfied
With Christ above.
Whatever He hath denied,
'Twas all in love.
Oh, for this little while,
Grant thine approving smile,
And let me walk with Thee,
Saviour, unfalteringly!

I shall be satisfied ;
No gift of thine
Ever thy face shall hide,
Saviour, from mine.
When I thy likeness wear,
Thou wilt no longer fear
To grant my heart's desire:
To this, Lord, I aspire.

I shall be satisfied;
Yea, and heart-free,-
Earth's fetters all untied
Eternally.
The desert path I'll trace,
Enraptured with the grace
That used such gentleness
In all my waywardness.

Heaven shall be satisfied
To have its own.
Earth shall be purified,
And cease its groan.
Then shall thine own heart rest
With her thy love hath blest.
Thou, and thy chosen bride,
Lord, shall be satisfied. H. McD.