We would see Jesus--for the shadows lengthen
Across the little landscape of our life;
We would see Jesus--our weak faith to strengthen
For the last weariness, the mortal strife.
We would see Jesus--for life's hand hath rested
With its dark touch on weary heart and brow;
And though our souls have many billows breasted
Others are rising in the distance now.
We would see Jesus--other lights are paling
Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;
The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing--
We would not mourn them, for we come to thee.
We would see Jesus--yet the spirit lingers
Round the dear object it has loved so long,
And earth from earth will scarce unclose its fingers,
Our love for thee makes not this love less strong.
We would see Jesus--the strong Rock-foundation
Whereon our feet are set by sovereign grace;
Not life or death, with all their agitation,
Can thence remove us if we seek his face.
We would see Jesus--sense is all too blinding,
And heaven appears too dim and far away;
We would see Jesus--to gain the sweet reminding
That thou hast promised our great debt to pay.
We would see Jesus--that is all we're needing,
Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;
We would see Jesus--dying, risen, pleading--
Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night!
--Anna B. Warner.