Jesus, These Eyes Have Never Seen

1Jesus, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of Thine;
The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy blessed face and mine.

2I see Thee not,
I hear Thee not,
Yet art Thou oft with me;
And earth has ne'er so dear a spot As where I meet with Thee.

3Like some bright dream that comes unsought,
When slumbers o'er me roll,
Thine image ever fills my thought,
And charms my ravished soul.

4Yet though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone,
I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,
Unseen, but not unknown.