IS it for me, dear Saviour, Thy glory and Thy rest? For me, so weak and sinful, Oh, shall I thus be blessed? Is it for me to see Thee In all Thy glorious grace, And gaze in endless rapture On Thy beloved Face? Is it for me to listen To Thy beloved Voice, And hear its sweetest music Bid even me rejoice? Is it for me, Thy welcome, Thy gracious "Enter in"? For me, Thy "Come, ye blessed!" For me, so full of sin? O Saviour, precious Saviour, My heart is at Thy feet; I bless Thee and I love Thee, And Thee I long to meet. A thrill of solemn gladness Has hushed my very heart, To think that I shall really Behold Thee as Thou art; Behold Thee in thy beauty, Behold Thee face to face; Behold Thee in Thy glory, And reap Thy smile of grace, And be with Thee forever, And never grieve Thee more! Dear Saviour, I must praise Thee, And lovingly adore. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE DEATH OF SIR THOMAS WYATT by HENRY HOWARD TO THE MEMORY OF THOMAS HOOD by BARTHOLOMEW SIMMONS TO A BUTTERFLY (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE EAGLE AND THE MOLE by ELINOR WYLIE THE METAMORPHOSIS OF THE WALNUT-TREE OF BOARSTELL: ECLOGUE by WILLIAM BASSE WHO KNOWS WHERE BEAUTY LIES? by AGNES STEWART BECK |