The Vessel of Wrought Gold

I go on my way rejoicing,

Though weary the wilderness road—

I go on my way rejoicing

In hope of the glory of God.

Oh well do I know that glory,

That Home and that welcome sweet,

Where above the mists and the shadows

With the heart of my God I meet.

There the ship of my soul is harboured

In the calm of the crystal sea,

For within the veil is the anchor,

Where Jesus has entered for me.

Awhile in the earthen vessel

The treasures of glory gleam;

In Heaven the fount eternal,

In the desert the living stream.

And looking on Christ in glory,

That glory so still, so fair,

There passes a change upon me,

Till I am as He who is there.

Then no more in the earthen vessel

The treasure of God shall be,

But in full and unclouded beauty,

O Lord, wilt Thou shine through me.

Afar through the golden vessel

Will the glory of God shine bright;

There shall be no need for the sunshine,

For the Lamb shall be the light.

With the light of the Stone most precious

Shall the City of God be fair;

He shall shine who is like to the jasper

In His cloudless glory there.

Undimmed in that wondrous vessel,

That light of surpassing love

Shall illumine the earth in its gladness,

And shall fill the heavens above.

All, all in His new creation,

The glory of God shall see;

And the lamp for that light eternal

The Bride of the Lamb shall be.

A golden lamp in the heavens,

That all may see and adore

The lamb who was slain and who liveth,

Who liveth for evermore.

So I go on my way rejoicing

That the heavens and earth shall see

His grace, and His glory and beauty,

In the depth of His love to me.