O, What Shall We Feel

1 Oh, what shall we feel in Thy presence when first
The visions of glory upon us shall burst!
Since now our soul longeth and seeketh for Thee;
Oh, when blessed Savior, Thy face shall we see?

2 That face, once so marred, we shall gaze on at length,
And fearless behold, as the sun in his strength;
Those eyes, flames of fire, that so searching we prove,
Shall beam on us then inexpressible love.

3 Thy voice, like great waters, how calmly our soul
Shall hear in the glory its deep waters roll;
Tho’ now it rebukes us and humbles our pride,
It shall speak only love to Thy glorified bride.

4 Oh, Thou who this world as a lone pilgrim trod,
Thy Father our Father, Thy God is our God!
To Thee we behold the bright seraphim bow:
Lord Jesus! what glory doth rest on Thee now.

5 We see Thee, Lord Jesus, with glory now crowned,
And waiting Thy coming, in peace would be found;
The visions of glory have turned all to dross—
For Thee give us grace to count all things but loss.


Source: Choice Hymns of the Faith #410