1. Jesus, these eyes have never seen,
That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between
Thy blessèd face and mine.
2. I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,
Ye art Thou oft with me;
And earth hath ne’er so dear a spot,
As where I meet with Thee.
3. Like some bright dream
that comes unsought
When slumbers o’er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.
4. Yet though I have not seen, and still
Must rest in faith alone;
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.
5. When death these
mortal eyes shall seal,
And still this throbbing heart,
The rending veil shall Thee reveal,
All glorious as Thou art.