HIS ANGELS HIS COUNTENANCE ALWAYS BEHOLD
1. His angels His countenance
always behold,
But never
experience His grace,
While saints on the
earth know His love that enfolds,
Yet never looked on
His face.
They soon shall arise
in His presence with awe,
The sight of His
glory to gain.
But Mary, one day,
in His tear-stained eyes saw
His heartbreak of
anguish and pain,
His heartbreak of
anguish and pain.
2. We want to know
Jesus, our Lord,
To know Him as
never before.
In heaven there's
no need for a hand such as His
To heal a heart
broken and sore.
Above where we
offer Him praise without end,
No praying with
tears needed there;
Nor ever a burden
to roll on our Friend,
Or place for
importunate prayer,
Or place for
importunate prayer.
3. In heavenly
glory we'll wear a bright crown,
And never more
carry a cross.
It's only on earth
where His life was disowned,
We share His
rejection and loss.
Ent'ring into rest;
in the morning so fair,
Our anguish and
trials will end.
His sorrow and
shame we no more with Him share,
Or sacrifice
pleasures for Him,
Or sacrifice
pleasures for Him.
4. Alas, we're now
left with few chances to share,
To learn and to
taste of His grief,
Still yet for His
sake, man's reproaches to bear,
Such time we may
never retrieve.
These sorrows and
pain, shall we still here bemoan,
When they will soon
no longer be.
I treasure now
Lord, all the pain I have known,
For through it I'm
made one with Thee,
For through it I'm
made one with Thee.
5. I long, Lord, to
look on Thy wonderful face,
'Twould surely be
better by far.
But rather I choose
now Thy suffering grace.
Than have our sweet
fellowship marred.
Have mercy, dear
Lord, fill me full of Thy love,
My life shall be
wholly for Thee.
Lest longing for
joy in a heaven above,
I fail here to
suffer with Thee,
I fail here to
suffer with Thee.
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