What shall I feel in the glory, when first
The visions of heaven upon me shall burst!
Since now my soul fainteth and thirsteth for Thee,
O when, my dear Saviour, Thy face shall I see?

That face, once so marred, I shall gaze on at length,
And fearless behold, tho' all shining in strength ;
Those eyes, flames of fire, so searching I prove,
Shall beam on me then inexpressible love.

That voice, like great waters – how calmly my soul
Will hear, in the glory, its deep thunders roll!
Though now it rebukes me and humbles all pride,
It shall speak only love to Thy glorified Bride.

Dear Zion above ! O how oft have I trod
Thy streets of pure gold, the blest courts of my God!
The voice of thy harpers hath burst on my ear,
And thrilled through my spirit with heavenly fear.

Like John in the Spirit, that heavenly flame
Hath borne up my soul to the source whence it came;
The Spirit of glory the glory reveals,
And all "God's true sayings" triumphantly seals. G.