I was journeying in the noon-tide,
When His light shone o'er my road;
And I saw Him in that glory-
Saw Him, Jesus, Son of God.
All around in noon-day splendor,
Earthly scenes lay fair and bright;
But my eyes no longer see them,
For the glory of that light.
Others in the summer sunshine,
Wearily may journey on;
I have seen a light from heaven,
Past the brightness of the sun.
Light that knows no cloud, no waning-
Light wherein I see His face;
All His love's uncounted treasures-
All the riches of His grace.
All the wonders of His glory,
Deeper wonders of His love;
How for me He won, He keepeth,
That high place in heaven above.
Not a glimpse the veil uplifted-
But within the veil to dwell,
Gazing on His face forever,
Hearing words unspeakable.
Marvel not that Christ in glory,
All my inmost heart hath won;
Not a star to cheer my darkness,
But a light beyond the sun.
All below lies dark and shadow'd,
Nothing there to claim my heart,
Save the lonely track of sorrow,
Where of old He walk'd apart.
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 love was given,
But to one who scorn'd, despised Him;
Scorn'd and hated Christ in heaven,
From the lowest depths of evil,
To the throne in heaven above;
Thus in me He told the measure
Of His free, unbounded love.
( Voice to the Faithful, Vol. III.)