I was journeying in the noontide,
When His light shone o'er my road;
And I saw Him in that glory—
Saw Him— Jesus, Son of God.
All around, in noonday splendor
Earthly scenes lay fair and bright;
But my eyes no more beheld them
For the glory of that light.
I have seen the face of Jesus—
Tell me not of aught beside;
I have heard the voice of Jesus—
All my soul is satisfied.
In the radiance of the glory
First I saw His blessed face,
And forever shall that glory
Be my home, my dwelling place.
Sinners, it was not to angels
All this wondrous grace was given,
But to one who scorned, despised Him,
Scorned and hated Christ in heaven.
From the lowest depths of darkness
To His city's radiant height,
Thus in me He told the measure
Of His love and His delight.
"FOR WHEN WE WERE YET WITHOUT STRENGTH, IN DUE TIME CHRIST DIED
FOR THE UNGODLY".