O Lord, who art Thy people’s light,
When shall Thy face be seen?
When wilt Thou meet our longing sight,
Without a cloud between?
When shall Thy face be seen?
When wilt Thou meet our longing sight,
Without a cloud between?
We know, Lord Jesus, that Thy heart
Still for Thy saints doth care;
But we would see Thee as Thou art,
And Thy full image bear.
Thy love sustains us on our way
While pilgrims here below;
And grace to help us day by day
Thou dost, O Lord, bestow.
But O the more we learn of Thee,
And Thy rich mercy prove,
The more we long Thyself to see,
And fully know Thy love.