O for the Robes of Whiteness

Verse 1

O for the robe of whiteness, O for the tearless eyes; O for the glorious brightness Of the unclouded skies! O for the no more weeping Within the land of love— The endless joy of keeping The bridal feast above.

Verse 2

O for the bliss of dying, My risen Lord to meet; O for the rest of lying For ever at His feet! O for the hour of seeing My Saviour face to face,— The hope of ever being In that sweet meeting-place!