Oh, for the Bliss of Heaven

The roseate hues of early dawn,
The brightness of the day,
The crimson of the sunset sky,
How fast they fade away;
Oh, for the pearly gates of heaven;
Oh, for the golden floor;
Oh, for the Sun of Righteousness,
That setteth nevermore!

The highest hopes we cherish here,
How fast they tire and faint;
How many a spot defiles the robe
That wraps an earthly saint;
Oh, for a heart that never sins;
Oh, for a soul washed white;
Oh, for a voice to praise our King,
Nor weary day or night!

Here faith is ours, and heavenly hope,
And grace to lead us higher;
But there are perfectness and peace
Beyond our best desire.
Oh, by Thy love and anguish, Lord,
Oh, by Thy life laid down,
We have been purchased by Thy grace,
And hope to win a crown!

Mrs. C. F. Alexander (altered)

Revelation 19:7 Let us be glad and rejoice, and give
honour to him: for the marriage of the Lamb is come,
and his wife hath made herself ready. 8 And to her was
granted that she should be arrayed in fine linen, clean
and white: for the fine linen is the righteousness of saints.