Now the pearly gates unfold, O Thou Joy of highest heaven, Who ere earth was made, of old Light of light for light wast given! Hasten, Lord, and quickly come, Bring the bride Thou hast betroth'd, In Thine own pure radiance clothed, Safe to Thine eternal home, Where no more the night of sin Spreads its fear and gloom within. | All my spirit thirsts to see, Lord, Thy face unveil'd and bright; And to stand from sin set free, Spotless Lamb, amid Thy light. But I leave it,--Thou dost well, And my heaven is here and now, Daystar of my soul, if Thou Wilt but deign in me to dwell; For without Thee could there be Joy in heaven itself for me? | Bliss from Thee my soul hath won, Spite of darkly threat'ning ill; And my heart calls Thee its Sun, And the sea of care grows still 177 In the shining of Thy smile; For Thy love's all-quickening ray Chases night and pain away, That my heart grows light the while; Heavenly joys in Thee are mine, Far from Thee I mourn and pine. | Graft me into Thee for ever, Tree of Life, that I may grow Stronger heavenward, drooping never For the sharpest storms that blow, Bearing fruits of faith and truth; Then transplant me out of time Into that eternal clime Where I shall renew my youth, When earth's wither'd leaves shall bloom Fresh in beauty from the tomb. | Life, to whom as to my Head I unite me, through my soul Now Thy quickening life-stream shed, And Thy love's warm current roll, Freshening all with strength and grace; Be Thou mine, I am Thine own, Here and ever Thine alone, All my hope in Thee I place; Heaven and earth are nought to me, Save, O Life of life, with Thee! | |