O Lord, How Blest Our Journey (words only)
O Lord, how blest our journey, Though here on earth we roam,
Who find in Abba’s favor Our spirit’s present home!
For where Thou now art sitting By faith we’ve found repose,
Free to look up to heaven, Since our blest Head arose.
In spirit there already; Soon we ourselves shall be
In soul and body perfect, All glorified, with Thee:
Thy Father’s love sustains us Along the thorny way,
Thy Father’s house, the dwelling Made ready for that day.
The Comforter, now present, Assures us of Thy love;
He is the blessed earnest Of glory there above:
The river of Thy pleasure Is what sustains us now,
‘Till Thy new name’s imprinted On ev’ry sinless brow.
Lord, we await Thy glory; We have no home but there,
Where all the blood-bought fam’ly With us Thy joy shall share.
No place can fully please us Where Thou, O Lord, art not;
In Thee, and with Thee, ever Is found, by grace, our lot.
Mary Bowley Peters
George J. Webb