Evening's Glory

When my body shall lie beneath the earth,
And my eyes have been closed in death,
No longer will I marvel at earth's heaven,
Nor praise the One who gave me breath.
But, if the earth is full of such splendid glory,
How much more shall be the edge of heaven's shore.
What eyes of earth cannot behold will fill the soul,
The radiating faces of a great cloud of witnesses,
Long since gone, but once again now in view,
And the presence of the Holy One
Who long ago traded heaven's glory for earth's agony,
Rising from death to live gloriously in my soul.