Whom Having Not Seen, I Love

A friend have I who’s ev­er near

Who com­forts me and stills each fear

It is my Lord and Sav­ior dear

Whom

hav­ing not seen

I love.

He’s gone to pre­pare a place

For me in His home ab­ove;

And I shall be­hold His face

Whom

hav­ing not seen

I love.

In vain may fan­cy strive to trace

My Sav­ior’s beau­ty and His grace;

More fair than I can dream

His face

Whom

hav­ing not seen

I love.

The pre­cious hope of that bright day

Illumines all mine earth­ly way;

He’ll take me home with Him to stay

Whom

hav­ing not seen

I love.

With that glad meet­ing e’er in view

My pil­grim jour­ney I pur­sue

And try His ho­ly will to do

Whom

hav­ing not seen

I love.