"His servants shall serve Him ; and they shall see His face; and His name shall be in their foreheads" (Rev. 22:3, 4).
I shall see Him!-God's Beloved,
Who, in creature-likeness, came
To redeem enthralled creation,
And make known the Father's Name!
All God's righteous wrath enduring,
All the might of Satan's power,
Rage of man, and hate of demon,
In the depths of darkness' hour.
Paschal Lamb of God's ordaining-
Victim died, but Victor rose-
All redemption's glories gaining,
Spoiling, vanquishing His foes.
Soon He shall the blest fruition
Of His soul's deep travail see,
Share with them, His own for ever,
All the fruits of Calvary's tree.
When Creation's praise resounding
Roll as thunders far and near,
Ah! the cry of the Forsaken
In my inmost soul I'll hear;
And with heavenly vision tracing
Sorrow's path which once He trod,
At His feet in worship falling,
I'll adore my Lord! my God!
God Incarnate!-grace transcendent
From the glory to the grave;
Lonely pathway of rejection
In a world He died to save!
Power and glory in the highest
Yet shall crown the Crucified-
Lord and Heir of all creation,
God in Manhood glorified.
One with God on throne eternal,
King of kings on David's throne,
Throned for ever and for ever
In each heart of all His own;
Angel, man, and demon bowing
To the One who stooped so low;
Blessing, joy and triumph dwelling
On that Head once wreathed with woe.
For this joy that crowns His triumph,
From the Throne He came to die-
Oh, to think His love rejoiceth
O'er redeeming such as I!
While the gift of God's salvation
Fills with praise each ransomed heart,
He will ever, as the Giver,
Have His own more blessed part.
Making peace, and peace bequeathing,
Which for ever shall abide.
At His table of remembrance
Still He shows His hands and side:
In the joy of blest communion
Here I feast upon His grace-
In the glory of His Godhead
I shall yet behold His face.
Where the angels veil their faces,
Earth's redeemed and blood-bought band-
Glorious purchase of His passion-
To His praise unveiled shall stand.
In His love He died to save me,
And His love shall make it mine
To behold the unveiled glory
Of the Majesty Divine.
As a son and as a servant,
I shall yet in fullness know
What the joy 'twill be to serve Him,
Known in measure here below-
Here ’mid feebleness and failure,
But in scenes of bliss above,
In the beauty of perfection
I shall serve the Lord I love.
And His Name, which, shrined and holy,
In my heart I treasure now,
When I'm with Him in the glory,
Shall be seen upon my brow.
Like the Lord! His image bearing-
Could there bliss more blessed be?-
With the Lord! His glory sharing,
Unto all Eternity !
W. L. G.