Jesus These Eyes Have Never Seen

Jesus, These Eyes Have Never Seen
That Radiant Form Of Thine;
The Veil Of Sense Hangs Dark Between
Thy Blessed Face And Mine.

I See Thee Not, I Hear Thee Not,
Yet Thou Art Oft With Me;
And Earth Hath Never So Dear A Spot
As Where I Meet With Thee.

Yet, Though I Have Not Seen, And Still
Must Rest In Faith Alone,
I Love Thee, Dearest Lord, And Will,
Unseen, But Not Unknown.

When Death These Mortal Eyes Shall Seal,
And Still This Throbbing Heart,
The Rending Veil Shall Thee Reveal
All Glorious As Thou Art.