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.
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.