Anticipation

One day, how soon I cannot tell,

My pilgrimage will cease;

Then, in the new Jerusalem

I'll see the Prince of Peace.

There, earthly barriers all removed,

And tears for ever gone,

I'll bow in praise before my Lord,

Who all my love has won.

Amazing, thrilling thought, that I

The Prince of Peace shall see;

Shall tread the heavenly courts, and joy!

With my blest Savour be.

There shall behold the tokens of

His grace - the price He paid;

Shall touch with trembling hand those scars,

The marks my sins had made.

Fain would I roll aside the clouds,

To pierce the distant sky,

Then soar away on eagle's wings,

And into heaven fly:

Just for a moment there to gaze

Upon the Saviour's face;

To quickly bow and render thanks

For all his love and grace.

But I must wait with patient hope,

And view with eyes of faith,

Till dawns th'eternal morn when Christ

Will greet me, face to face.

I know the glorious morn will come,

I know the Sun will rise;

I know the beauties of that dawn

Will fill my wondering eyes.

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