We Will Behold the Glory

Where our poor mortal eyes are blind

Eyes of faith will apprehend

For glory overwhelms our minds

Pure majesty our souls would rend

Unless our maker veils our eyes

Until we rise that glorious day

And behold him coming in the skies

And with remade eyes we see His day

Then we will behold the glory that is His and His alone

We will behold His glory in His presence at His throne

Infinite leagues beyond the sky

The Ancient of Days reigns supreme

Where neither wings nor souls can fly,

No angel may climb the mercy seat

Yet, glorious Lord, thy gracious eyes

Search to and fro from heights above

Beyond our praise thy grandeur flies,

Yet we adore, and yet we love.

For we will behold the glory that is His and His alone

We will behold His glory in His presence at His throne

Tell how he shows his smiling face,

And clothes all heav'n in bright array;

Triumph and joy run through the place,

And songs eternal as the day.

Proclaim his wonders from the skies,

Let every distant nation hear;

And while you sound his lofty praise,

Let humble mortals bow and fear.

For we will behold the glory that is His and His alone

We will behold His glory in His presence at His throne

Then we will behold the glory that is His and His alone

We will behold His glory in His presence at His throne.

After Isaac Watts

Anthony Foster

July 21, 2018