To praise Him in the dance! O glorious day!
The pilgrim journey done--
No more press forward on the weary way,
For all is reached and won!
His Hand at last, the Hand once pierced for me,
For ever holdeth mine;
O Lord, no songs, no harps of heaven will be
Sweet as one word of Thine.
Lord, altogether lovely! then at last
High shall the reward be,
Thy kiss outweigh the weary ages past
Of hearts that break for Thee.
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