Jesus, These Eyes Have Never Seen

Jesus

these eyes have nev­er seen

That ra­di­ant form of Thine;

The veil of sense hangs dark be­tween

Thy bless­èd face and mine.

I see Thee not

I hear Thee not

Yet art Thou oft with me;

And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot

As where I meet with Thee.

Like some bright dream that comes un­sought

When slum­bers o’er me roll

Thine im­age ev­er fills my thought

And charms my rav­ished soul.

Yet though I have not seen

and still

Must rest in faith alone

I love Thee

dear­est Lord

and will

Unseen

but not un­known.

When death these mor­tal eyes shall seal

And still this throb­bing heart

The rend­ing veil shall Thee re­veal

All glo­ri­ous as Thou art.