By E.L. Bevir

      Where glory lights the courts on high,
      With highest glory crowned,
      Thee, Lord of power and majesty,
      Celestial hosts surround.

      O who shall sing that path of worth,
      That led up to the throne?
      The Corn of Wheat upon this earth
      Could but abide alone;

      But Thou art risen from the dead,
      And we, as one with Thee,
      Now sing Thy Name, our Lord, our Head,
      A heav'nly company.

      Lord Jesus, Thou art waiting yet,
      Till, perfect at Thy side,
      Thy blest companion shall be set,
      Thy fair and spotless bride.