Robes of Whiteness.

OH! for the robes of whiteness, Oh! for the tearless eyes, Oh! for the glor'ous brightness Of the unclouded skies.

Oh! for the "no more weeping" Within the land of love— The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above.

Oh! for the bliss of rising My risen Lord to meet; Oh! for the rest of lying Forever at his feet.

Oh! for the hour of seeing My Savior face to face— The hope of ever being In that sweet resting-place.

Jesus, thou king of glory I soon shall dwell with thee! I soon shall sing the story Of thy great love to me.

Meanwhile my soul would enter E'en now before thy throne. That all my love might center On thee, and thee alone!