Then, with a flash of glory,
He’ll burst upon our sight,
And we will all behold Him
In raptures of delight.
For in His blinding glory
We’ll find ourselves transformed –
Made lastingly immortal,
Like Him at last re-formed.
O what a day of glory!
O what an hour of joy!
In hopeful expectation
Each moment I’ll employ.
Christina Joy Hommes
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