To behold the sweet mercies of my Father, do I yearn.
To gaze upon that glorious face shining brightly with holy light.
To sit at the humble feet of my Saviour, O Jesus, how I long.
How I long for those greener pastures and the beauty of the fields of heaven.
This is the promised hope I cling to,
The undefiled, imperishable inheritance that was poured into our souls by the sacrifice of the Son of God.
Blessed Lord,
Be glorified in your highest state,
On the throne as the great High Priest
And in the garden
as the suffering Servant.
In all,
You are worthy.
Worthy as the Lamb,
Worthy as the Lion,
Worthy as the King,
Worthy as the Rabbi,
Worthy of all praise.
may we be infinitely Yours,
and You, be infinitely ours.