The day of glory bearing

The day of glory bearing Its brightness from afar; The day of Thine appearing, Our " Bright and Morning Star;" We hail, in hope to meet Thee, Triumphant in the sky, When every heart shall greet Thee With songs of Victory.

Thou once our spotless Surety, Didst on Mount Calv'ry bleed, Jehovah did afflict Thee And bruise Thee in our stead. To Thee by grace united, We joy in Thee alone; And now, by faith, delighted, Behold Thee on the throne.

There Thou art interceding For all who on Thee rest, And weary hearts are learning To lean upon Thy breast, Till Thou shalt come in glory Thy ransomed Church to raise, To Chant her joyful story In songs of loudest praise.