O Fair the Gleams of Glory

Verse 1

Oh, fair the gleams of glory, And bright the scenes of mirth, That lighten human story And cheer, this weary earth; But richer far our treasure With whom the Spirit dwells, Ours, ours in heavenly measure The glory that excels.

Verse 2

The lamplight faintly gleaneth Where shines the noonday ray; From Jesus' face there beameth Light of a sevenfold day; And earth's pale lights, all faded, The Light from heaven dispels; But shines for aye unshaded The glory that excels.

Verse 3

No broken cisterns need they Who drink from living rills; No other music heed they Whom God's own music thrills. Earth's precious things are tasteless, Its boisterous mirth repels, Where flows in measure wasteless The glory that excels.

Verse 4

Since on our life descended Those beams of light and love, Our steps have heavenward tended, Our eyes have looked above, Till through the clouds concealing The home where glory dwells, Our Jesus comes revealing The glory that excels.