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 blessed 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.

Amen.