166 ~ Jesus, These Eyes Have Never Seen
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Jesus, these eyes have never seen, That radiant form of Thine; The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy blessed face and mine.
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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.
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Like some bright dream that comes unsought, When slumbers o’er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought, And charms my ravished soul.
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Yet though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone, I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will, Unseen, but not unknown.