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Let me behold, though through a glass,
The glory of the risen Lord.
Earth’s brightest pleasures all shall pass,
But Christ remains true love’s reward.
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The soul that gazes on His face
And knows the God whom he believes
Can never find a brighter place
Than where his God for him decrees.
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When love betrays her gracious trust,
When morning brings her clouded sky,
Gone is the gold to thieves and rust,
Sad is the heart that hope passed by,
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Still let me see Your face, O Christ,
And let earth’s vanity decay.
Here springs a new abundant life;
Here breaks the dawn of perfect day.
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