Simeon's Joy

You know that I love you,
But when will my heart be consoled?
Yes, he is coming, says my Lord of Hosts.
He's purer than light made of gold.

In the temple I wait for him.
I'll not see death till he appears,
Till I gaze on the face of salvation.
Look, he is coming! My savior draws near.

I hold him in my arms.
I have met Jesus--bless the Lord!
Take my life, for my eyes have seen the light,
The glory, the joy of your child.

The Spirit dances upon my face.
I have touched God's living Word.
Joseph and Mary, I bless you with grace
As you present your son now with joy to the Lord.

The proud will fall and the poor will rise.
He will be hated for love.
Mary your heart will be pierced seven times,
Revealing the thoughts of the Father above.