Beloved, now we are children of God, and it is not yet revealed what we will be. But we know that, when he is revealed, we will be like him; for we will see him just as he is.
"Oh! how the thought that I shall know The man that suffered here below, To manifest his favour, For me, and those whom most I love, Or here, or with himself above, Does my delighted passion move, At that sweet word "for ever." For ever to behold him shine, For evermore to call him mine, And see him still before me. For ever on his face to gaze, And meet his full assembled rays, While all the Father he displays, To all the saints for ever."
