A HYMN FOR LOW SUNDAY
By Ray Palmer, 1858
1 Jesus, these eyes have never seen
that radiant form of thine;
the veil of sense hangs dark between
thy blessèd face and mine.
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,
yet art thou oft with me;
and earth hath ne'er so dear a spot
as where I meet with thee.
yet art thou oft with me;
and earth hath ne'er so dear a spot
as where I meet with thee.
3 Yet, though I have not seen, and still
must rest in faith alone,
I love thee, dearest Lord, and will,
unseen, but not unknown.
must rest in faith alone,
I love thee, dearest Lord, and will,
unseen, but not unknown.
4 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,
and still this throbbing heart,
the rending veil shall thee reveal
all glorious as thou art.
and still this throbbing heart,
the rending veil shall thee reveal
all glorious as thou art.
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