For nothing shall be there concealed;

When I have reached the heavenly shore

The Lord himself will stand revealed.

When, ’midst the throng celestial placed,

The bright original I see,

From which thy sacred page was traced,

Blest book! I’ve no more need of thee.

But while I’m here thou shalt supply

His place, and tell me of His love;

I’ll read with faith’s discerning eye,