When His crowning-day revealeth
What to faith had been foretold,
And the Lamb's unveiled glories
To my raptured gaze unfold,
Face to face, with heart adoring,
" In the midst" I then shall see
Him who took my place in judgment-
Gave Himself in love for me!

Not to see the wondrous beauty
Of that scene supremely fair,
Not to hear its songs melodious
Am I longing to be there;
Not to claim the meed of victory
As a winner in the race,
But to prostrate fall before Him,
And to thank Him-face to face!

Not the robe His love hath found me,
Not the crown I long to see;
Not the mansion, not the glory,
But the One who died for me.
Robe and crown may shine resplendent,
Bright His name my forehead grace,
But my soul shall see my Saviour,
See Him only-face to face!

See that face more marred than any,
And, adoring, see that brow
Once with mocking thorns encircled,
Crowned with radiant glory now;
See those pierced hands, recording
What He bore for me in grace,
Now outspread in benediction,
As I fall before His face!

Oh, the bliss, the joy surpassing
When upon my raptured ear,
Sweeter than the songs of heaven,
Falls the voice I long to hear!
Satisfied! the heart overflowing!
Glorious trophy of His grace,
In the mighty anthem joining,
I shall worship-face to face! W. L. G.