Pristine Grace

We Shall Behold
A Hymn
by Eileen Beckett
We Shall Behold

Soothe my troubled breast O Lord
Amidst the grief and pain

Tis only Thee along the way
Who makes the crooked straight

The journey’s long
The path is strewn

With weary travelers
Keeping on!

Watching, waiting in the light
So the Day shall not or’ take us

Delivered from the wrath to come
O Gentle Savior we yearn and long

To see Thee face to face
To behold Thy Beauty and Thy Grace!