I would see Jesus. As I muse, and, thinking,
Grow amazed--bewildered with a strange delight,
My faith is roused, my spirit seemeth drinking
A foretaste of that ever-longed-for sight.
I know that I _shall_ see him; in that hour
When he from fleshly bonds release doth give,
Earth's mists dispersing at his word of power,
Then shall I look upon my God and live!
O blessed hope! O glorious aspiration!
A little while and I the Christ shall see!
A patient waiting for the full salvation--
Then shall I know my Lord as he knows me.
I have seen the face of Jesus:
Tell me not of aught beside.
I have heard the voice of Jesus:
All my soul is satisfied.