Beyond the Brightness of the Sun

I was journeying in the noontide,

When His light shone o'er my road;

And I saw Him in that glory—

Saw Him—Jesus, Son of God.

All around, in noonday splendour,

Earthly scenes lay fair and bright;

But my eyes no more behold them

For the glory of that light.

Others in the summer sunshine

Wearily may journey on,

I have seen a light from heaven,

Past the brightness of the sun—

Light that knows no cloud, no waning,

Light wherein I see His Face,

All His love's uncounted treasures,

All the riches of His grace:

All the wonders of His glory,

Deeper wonders of His love—

How for me He won, He keepeth

That high place in Heaven above;

Not a glimpse—the veil uplifted—

But within the veil to dwell,

Gazing on His Face for ever,

Hearing wrods unspeakable.

Marvel not that Christ in glory

All my inmost heart hath won;

Not a start to cheer my darkness,

But a light beyond the sun.

All below lies dark and shadowed,

Nothing there to claim my heart,

Save the lonely track of sorrow

Where of old He walked apart.

I have seen the Face of Jesus—

Tell me not of aught beside;

I have heard the Voice of Jesus—

All my soul is satisfied.

In the radiance of the glory

First I saw His blessed Face,

And for ever shall that glory

Be my home, my dwelling-place.

Sinners, it was not to Angels

All this woundrous love was given,

But to one who scorned, despised Him,

Scorned and hated Christ in heaven.

From the lowest depths of darkness

To His city's radiant height,

Thus in me He told the measure

Of His love and His delight.