O for robes of whiteness

O for robes of whiteness, O for the tearless eyes; O for the glorious brightness Of the unclouded skies! O for the no more weeping Within the land of love; The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above.

O for the bliss of flying, My risen Lord to meet; O for the rest of lying For ever at His feet! O for the hour of seeing My Saviour face to face; The hope of ever being In that sweet meeting-place.

O Christ! Thou King of Glory, I soon shall dwell with Thee! I soon shall sing the story Of Thy great love to me! Meanwhile my soul would enter E'en now before Thy throne, That all my love might centre On Thee, and Thee alone.