Hymns on the Lord's Supper, 102

O The length, and breadth, and height,
And depth of dying love!
Love that turns our faith to sight,
And wafts to heaven above!
Pledge of our possession this,
This which nature faints to bear;
Who shall then support the bliss,
The joy, the rapture there!

Flesh and blood shall not receive
The vast inheritance;
God we cannot see, and live
The life of feeble sense;
In our weakest nonage here,
Up into our Head we grow,
Saints before our Lord appear,
And ripe for heaven below.

We His image shall regain,
And to His stature rise,
Rise unto a perfect man,
And then ascend the skies,
Find our happy mansions there,
Strong to bear the joys above,
All the glorious weight to bear
Of everlasting love.