The Hope of Day

By: J.N. Darby

And is it so, I shall be like Thy SonIs this the grace which He for me has won?Father of glory, thought beyond all thought,In glory to His own blest likeness brought! >O Jesus, Lord, who loved me like to Thee?Fruit of Thy work! With Thee, too, there to seeThy glory, Lord, while endless ages roll,Myself the prize and travail of Thy soul. >Yet it must be! Thy love had not its restWere Thy redeemed not with Thee fully blest-That love that gives not as the world, but sharesAll it possesses with its loved co-heirs! >Nor I alone; Thy loved ones all, complete,In glory around Thee with joy shall meet;All like Thee, for Thy glory like Thee, Lord!Object supreme of all, by all adored! >And yet it must be so! A perfect state,To meet Christ’s perfect love- what we await;The Spirit’s hopes, desires, in us inwrought,Our present joy - with living blessings fraught. >The heart is satisfied, can ask no more;All thought of self is now for ever o’er;Christ, its unmingled Object, fill the heartIn blest adoring love- its endless part. >Father of mercies, in Thy presence brightAll this shall be unfolded in the light;Thy children, all, with joy Thy counsels knowFulfilled; patient in hope while here below.