Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

695 (S.M.) F. P. Branscome

It doth not yet appear

What we shall be at last;

So we should not be vexed with fear,

But wait 'til death is past.

We only see in part,

In part, can only know;

But when the veil goes from our heart,

Then it will not be so.

Here we look through the gloom

Of sin-beclouded sky;

But when we pass beyond the tomb,

Jesus we'll see on high.

Preserve us, Lord, we pray,

To see Thy glitt'ring bride;

Where, in Thy likeness, all can say,

"Now we are satisfied."