Jesus, these eyes have never seen

That radiant form of thine!

The vail of sense hangs dark between

Thy blesséd 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.

3 Like some bright dream that comes unsought,

When slumbers o’er me roll,

Thine image ever fills my thought,

And charms my ravished soul.

4 Yet though I have not seen, and still

Must rest in faith alone;

I love thee, dearest Lord! and will,

Unseen, but not unknown.

5 When death these mortal eyes shall seal,

And still this throbbing heart,

The rending vail shall thee reveal,

All glorious as thou art!