NO FUTURE BUT GLORY

No future but glory, Lord Jesus, have we,
How bright is the prospect of being with Thee!
Oh, Home of all homes, with the Father above,
Oh, wonderful dwelling of infinite love!

Home, Home, bright, bright Home!

How blessed the prospect, Lord Jesus, of Home!

No future but glory, Lord Jesus, have we,
For Man is in glory already, in Thee;
The brighter the glory that shines in Thy face,
The clearer our title to glory, through grace.
Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
Our future is glory, in Thy blessed home.

“This one thing” we’d do, we would press toward the goal,
Thyself, Lord, in glory, the Prize of our soul;
Forget what’s behind, for the bright things before,
Since all they who know Thee would know Thee still more.
Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
We press on to know thee and reach Thee at home!

In heaven alone is our city and state,
From thence, Lord, as Saviour, Thyself we await;
Our bodies to change, and conform them to Thine,
That we in Thine image and glory may shine.
Home, Home, bright, bright Home!
Soon we shall be with Thee and like Thee, at Home!

H D'A Champney (1854-1942)
My mother has been referring to the first line this week: "No future but glory, Lord Jesus, have we".