THINE eyes shall see the King in His great beauty,
They shall behold the blessed far-off land,
Land of long distances; where joy and duty
For all its habitants move hand in hand.
Thine eyes shall see Him, if they here behold Him,
The Lamb of Calvary, “as it had been slain”;
Then if thy heart with tender love enfold Him,
Thou shalt enjoy His beauty yet again.
Yes, thou shalt see the King, and bow adoring,
In presence of His glorious majesty,
If thou hast earlier bent the knee, imploring
That He thy Saviour Lord would stoop to be.
Yes, thou shalt see the King in all His splendor
And dwell in His sweet sunlight evermore,
If thou on earth didst give Him greetings tender,
The day He stood and knocked at thy poor door.
Seek thou that country of enchanting fairness,
Wherein is set His rainbow-glistering throne;
Seek that rich fulness where the oft-time bareness
Of earthly life forever is unknown.