O FOR the robes of whiteness!

O for the end of weeping, Within that land of love, The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above!

O for the hour of seeing My Saviour face to face! The hope of ever being In that sweet meeting-place!

Jesus! Thou King of Glory, I soon shall dwell with Thee; I soon shall sing the story Of Thy great love to me.

Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enter E’en now before Thy throne, That all my love may centre On Thee, and Thee alone.