Didst deign our mortal guilt to bear,
Wilt bring thine own to dwell with thee,
And waitest to receive me there!
4 Thy love will there array my soul
In thine own robe of spotless hue;
And I shall gaze while ages roll,
On thee, with raptures ever new!
5 O, welcome day! when thou my feet
Shalt bring the shining threshold o’er;
A Father’s warm embrace to meet,