When I at last look into those deep eyes,
With years of bitter toil and strife behind,
Will it be worth my many anguished sighs?
What in those hidden depths will I then find?
If I look up and meet His glorious gaze
And find that He is looking here with grief,
My heart will stop, my mind be in a daze,
My beaten, battered beams collapse beneath.
But then, perchance, though chance be slight,
If I look up to meet those lovely eyes,
And find warm love from heaven's brilliant Light,
My weary heart will streak beyond the skies.
The joy! The hope! The latter is to be
My gracious, glorious, given destiny!
