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