I Shall Be Satisfied (Wells)

If I in Thy like­ness

oh Lord

may awake

And shine a pure im­age of Thee

Then I shall be sa­tis­fied when I can break

The fet­ters of flesh and be free.

I shall be sa­tis­fied; I shall be sa­tis­fied

I shall be sa­tis­fied

When I awake in Thy like­ness.

I know this stained tab­let

Must first be washed white

To let Thy bright fea­tures be drawn;

I know I must suf­fer the dark­ness of night

To wel­come the com­ing of dawn.

But I shall be sa­tis­fied when I can cast

The sha­dows of na­ture all by

When this cold

drea­ry world

From my vi­sion has passed

To let the soul op­en her eye.

I glad­ly shall feel the blest morn draw­ing near

When time’s dreamy fan­cy shall fade

If then in Thy like­ness I may but ap­pear

And rise in Thy beau­ty ar­rayed.

To see Thee in glo­ry

oh Lord

as Thou art

From this mor­tal

per­ish­ing clay

The spir­it im­mor­tal in peace would de­part

And joy­ous mount up her bright way.

When on Thine im­age

in me Thou hast smiled

Within Thy blest man­sions

and when

The arms of my Fa­ther en­cir­cle His child

Oh

I shall be sa­tis­fied then.