And shall we see Thy face,
And hear Thy heavenly voice,
Well known to us in present grace?
Well may our hearts rejoice.

With Thee in garments white,
Lord Jesus, we shall walk;
And spotless in that heavenly light,
Of all Thy sufferings talk.

Close to Thy trusted side,
In fellowship divine;
No cloud, no distance, e’er shall hide
Glories that then shall shine.

Fruit of Thy boundless love,
That gave Thyself for us;
For ever we shall with Thee prove
That Thou still lovest us thus.

And we love Thee, blest Lord,
E’en now, though feeble here,
The sorrow and Thy cross record
What makes us know Thee near.

We wait to see Thee, Lord,
Yet now within our hearts
Thou dwell’st in love that doth afford
The joy that love imparts.

Yet still we wait for Thee,
To see Thee as Thou art;
Be with Thee, like Thee, Lord, and free
To love with all our heart.