When Shall I Look On That Wonderful Face

When shall I look on that wonderful face,
Fair in its feature and pure in its grace?
When shall I draw from his visage divine
Pictures of sweetness, till they shall be mine?

O, I shall see him, the fairest of fair!
Bearing his image, his beauty I’ll share.

When shall I kneel at those dear wounded feet,
Giving all glory to whom it is mete?
When shall those hands which were nailed to the tree,
Raising me up, show a blessing for me? [Refrain]

When shall I gaze in those wonderful eyes,
Reading his love with the sweetest surprise?
When shall that test of approval be mine,-
Robed for the bridal, the marriage divine? [Refrain]