Just one glimpse of the glo­ry wait­ing,
Just one note of the ser­aph’s song—
How it cheers the heart that’s break­ing,
How it makes the spir­it strong.
Just one touch of the seam­less garment,
Just one clasp of the nail-pierced hand—
How it calms the fe­vered pulses,
How it helps the weak to stand.

Just one breath of the Ho­ly Spir­it,
Just one cry of the heart in pray­er—
How it gives us joy in ser­vice,
How it lifts the load of care.
Just one line of the pro­mise given,
Just one thought of the Friend so near—
How it lifts our hearts to Hea­ven,
How it seems to soothe and cheer.

Just one smile of the lov­ing Sav­ior,
Just one gleam of the dawn­ing day—
How it makes the cross grow light­er,
How it speeds us on our way.
Just one word of our Lord’s ap­pear­ing,
Just one glance at the white-robed throng—
How it thrills our heart with rap­ture,
How it wakes the sweet­est song.