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O FOR the robes of whiteness! O for the tearless eyes! O for the glorious brightness Of the unclouded skies! |
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2 | O for the end of weeping, Within that land of love, The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above! |
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3 | O for the hour of seeing My Saviour face to face! The hope of ever being In that sweet meeting-place! |
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4 | Jesus! Thou King of Glory, I soon shall dwell with Thee; I soon shall sing the story Of Thy great love to me. |
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5 | Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter E’en now before Thy throne, That all my love may centre On Thee, and Thee alone. |
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Charitee Lees Bancroft, 1841-1923 |