And is it so, we shall be like Thy Son?

Is this the grace which He for us has won?

Father of glory! Thought beyond all thought!

In glory to His own blest likeness brought.

And yet it must be so! A perfect state

To meet Christ's perfect love—this we await;

TheSpirit'shopes, 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 unmingledObject, fills the heart

In blest adoring love—its endless part.