Oft I Read With Sweet Delight
Oft I read with sweet delight
Of a home forever bright,
Where the ransom’d ones with joy their Lord behold;
All his glory they may share,
Crowns of shining beauty wear,
But we know the half has never yet been told.
O the half has not been told,
O the half has not beet told!
Of that pure and changeless home,
Where no sorrow e’er can come,
O we know the half has never yet been told!
Since a life with Christ below
Is a joy so sweet to know,
O what must it be within that “upper fold!”
When these eyes of mine shall see,
What he has “prepared” for me,
I can but exclaim, “the half has not been told.” [Refrain]
In his righteousness arrayed,
We shall be no more afraid,
And we never shall be weary or grow old,
O my soul mounts on the wing,
With a carol to the King,
And I know the half has never yet been told. [Refrain]