O for the robes of whiteness
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O for the robes of whiteness!O for the tearless eyes!O for the glorious brightnessOf the unclouded skies!O for the no more weeping,Within that land of love,The endless joy of keepingThe bridal feast above!
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O for the bliss of flying,My risen Lord to meet!O for the rest of lyingForever at his feet!O for the hour of seeing,My Saviour face to face!The hope of ever beingIn that sweet meeting-place!
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Jesus, thou King of Glory,I soon shall dwell with thee;I soon shall sing the storyOf thy great love to me:Meanwhile, my thoughts shall enterE'en now before thy throne,That all my love may centerIn thee, and thee alone.