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,