When I see Thee face to face,
Know the wondrous depths of grace,
Know the precious love that sought,
And the countless price that bought
My poor soul from Satan's sway,
That will be a glorious day!

When mine eyes behold, above,
All the trophies of Thy love,
See the glory of Thy Throne,
Then I'll know, and there alone,
What the lessons by the way
Could not teach me of that day.

When Thy word, which held my heart,
Though discerned but in part,
Shall burst forth in fullest bloom,
Filling all with sweet perfume,
Then with joy my soul shall say,
Oh, the glory of that Day!

Then the mystery of
Thy Cross Shall at last be known to us
As it could not by Thy Word-
For it must be seen and heard:
Then truth's penetrating ray
Shall burst forth in that great Day.

Thy blest Head, once crowned with thorn,
Many crowns shall then adorn;
Owned preeminent at last,
Before Thee our crowns we'll cast;
Then, both heaven and earth shall say,
Oh, the glory of that Day!

Lord, the glory of Thy grace
Makes me long to see Thy face;
To be with Thee, to be like Thee-
Glad through all eternity!
All the sorrows of the way
Lost in that most glorious Day!

Satan chained forevermore-
Closed for aye temptation's door-
Evil made to give Thee praise!
Peace shall reign through endless days:
God shall manifest
His sway In the glory of that Day.

Heaven and earth shall rest at last-
The arch enemy outcast.
All God's purposes fulfilled,
Every thought of evil stilled,
And unhindered the display,
All the glory of that Day.

Mortal sight could ne'er behold
All the glorious things foretold;
Mortal mind could ne'er conceive
E'en the half; yet we believe
Thou wilt in Thy rightful sway
Be the glory of that Day.

H. McD.