With Thee in garments white,
O Jesus, we shall walk;
And, spotless in that heavenly light,
Of all Thy sufferings talk.
Close to Thy trusted side,
In fellowship divine,
No cloud, no distance, e’er shall hide
Glories that there shall shine.
Fruit of Thy boundless love
That gave Thyself for us –
For ever we shall with Thee prove
That Thou still lov’st us thus.
And we love Thee, blest Lord,
E’en now, though feeble here;
Thy sorrows and Thy cross record
What makes us know Thee near.
We wait to see Thee, Lord!
Yet now within our hearts
Thou dwell’st in love, that doth afford
The joy that love imparts.
Yet still we wait for Thee,
To see Thee as Thou art,
Be with Thee, like Thee, Lord, and free
To love with all our heart.