WHEN I AWAKE.
Ps. xvii. 15.
WHEN I awake shall I Thine image bear,
O Thou Adored?
The image lost, in some pure Otherwhere
Oh, shall it be restored?
Already stealeth o'er my trembling soul
Some semblance sweet,—
The wavering outline of the perfect whole
Thy Touch shall yet complete?
O Thou Adored?
The image lost, in some pure Otherwhere
Oh, shall it be restored?
Already stealeth o'er my trembling soul
Some semblance sweet,—
The wavering outline of the perfect whole
Thy Touch shall yet complete?
When I awake shall I indeed cast by
All earthly taint,
And walk with Thee in white, Thy white, on high,
As seraph walks and saint?
Through endless, blessed ages shall I know
Thy Will alone;
Its all-pervading, perfect motions grow
More than mine own mine own?
All earthly taint,
And walk with Thee in white, Thy white, on high,
As seraph walks and saint?
Through endless, blessed ages shall I know
Thy Will alone;
Its all-pervading, perfect motions grow
More than mine own mine own?
The glories that no vision can forestall
With crystal gleam;
The peace, the rapture, and the holy thrall
Of Love that reigns supreme;
With crystal gleam;
The peace, the rapture, and the holy thrall
Of Love that reigns supreme;
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