We all, with open face beholding as in a glass the glory of the Lord, are changed into the same image from glory to glory, even as by the Spirit of the Lord.
2 Corinthians 3:18
Words: Fanny Crosby, in Winona Hymns, edited by J. Wilbur Chapman & Edwin O. Excell (New York; Philadelphia, Pennsylvania; Chicago, Illinois; St. Louis, Missouri & San Francisco, California: Presbyterian Board of Publication and Sabbath School Work, 1906), number 208.
Music: Glory John R. Sweney (🔊 pdf nwc).
Glory, glory, all is glory,
O the constant joy I see;
Not a shadow, care or sorrow
Hides my blessèd Lord from me.
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Glory, glory, all is glory,
Jesus dwelleth in my soul;
From the fullness of His mercy,
Floods of rapture o’er me roll.
O the resting and communing
From the busy world apart;
While the Spirit gently whispers
Words of promise to my heart.
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Glory, glory, what a Savior,
How His tender words of love
Draw me upward to the pleasures
In the Golden Land above.
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Hallelujah, I shall see Him
And behold Him face to face;
There forever will I praise Him,
For the riches of His grace.
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