Longing for the Bride, Lord Jesus,
Of Thy heart,
To be with Thee in the glory,
Where Thou art:
Love so groundless, grace so boundless,
Wins my heart. Wins my heart.

When Thy blood-bought church, Lord Jesus,
Is complete;
When each soul is safely landed
At Thy feet;
What a story in the glory
She’ll repeat! She’ll repeat!

O to praise Thee there Lord Jesus,
Evermore!
O to grieve and wander from Thee
Nevermore!
Earth’s sad story, closed in glory,
On yon shore! On you shore!

Then Thy church will be, Lord Jesus,
The display
Of Thy richest grace and kindness
In that day;
Marking pages,-wondrous stages,
O’er earth’s way. O’er earth’s way.

Satisfied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I am blest,
Peace which passeth understanding,
On Thy Breast,
No more doubting, no more trembling,
Oh, what a rest! Oh, what a rest!

Occupied with Thee, Lord Jesus,
In Thy grace;
All Thy ways and thoughts about
Only trace
Deeper stories of the glories
Of Thy grace. Of Thy grace.

Taken up with Thee, Lord Jesus,
I would be;
Finding joy and satisfaction
All in Thee;
Thou the nearest and the dearest
Unto me. Unto me.

Listening for Thy shout, Lord Jesus,
In the air!
When Thy saints shall rise with joy to
Meet Thee there,
O what gladness! No more sadness,
Sin nor care. Sin nor care.