And is it so, I shall be like Thy Son?
Is this the grace which He for me has won?
Father of glory, thought beyond all thought
In glory, to His own blest likeness brought.
O Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?
First of thy work, with Thee, too, there to see,
Thy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,
Nor I alone, Thy Loved ones all, complete,
In glory round Thee there with joy shall meet.
All like Thee, for Thy glory like thee, Lord,
Object supreme of all, by all adored
J. N. D.