What will it be when all life's toil is finished,

And we have entered our eternal rest;

When past for ever is the night of weeping,

And with Thee, Lord, we are for ever blest!

What will it be when all the strife is over,

And all Thy saints, now scattered far and wide,

Shall be without one shade of variation,

All like Thee, Lord, united by Thy side!

What will it be when sorrow's day is ended,

And pain and grief for ever passed away;

When with Thee, Lord, we share the bright forever,

In perfect peace throughout the perfect day!

What will it be?—In blest anticipation

E'en now our hearts outpour in praise to Thee;

But when we see Thee face to face in glory,

Then purer, sweeter, shall our praises be.