1 The cloudless day is nearing,
When Thou, O Lord, wilt come,
Thy radiant beauty wearing,
To take Thy people home!
Bright hosts on hosts around Thee
Shall catch Thy living rays,
And all who once have found Thee
Breathe out new songs of praise.

2 But how shall I then know Thee
Amid those hosts above?
What tokens true will show me
The object of my love?
Thy glories, all excelling,
In pure effulgence shine;
But glory in Thee dwelling
Will ne’er proclaim Thee mine.

3 Thy wounds, Thy wounds, Lord Jesus,
Those deep, deep wounds will tell
The sacrifice that frees us
From self, and death, and hell!
These link Thee once for ever
With all who own Thy grace;
No hand these bonds can sever,
No hand these scars efface.

4 O Jesus! Lord most blessed,
Thou Lamb of God divine,
Thou standest forth confessed,
I, wond’ring, claim Thee mine.
I worship and adore Thee,
Transported with Thy love;
Prostrate myself before Thee,
And dwell in light above.