Mid the splendours of the glory

Mid the splendours of the glory Which we hope ere long to share, Christ, our Head, and we, His members, Shall appear divinely fair; O how glorious! When we meet Him in the air.

From the dateless, timeless periods, He has loved us without cause; And for all His blood-bought myriads, His is love that knows no pause; Matchless Lover! Changeless as th' eternal laws.

O what gifts shall yet be granted, Palms and crowns, and robes of white, When the hope for which we panted Bursts upon our gladdened sight, And our Saviour Makes us glorious through His might.

Bright the prospect soon that greets us Of that longed-for nuptial day, When our heavenly Bridegroom meets us On His kingly, conquering way; In the glory, Bride and Bridegroom reign for aye.