Lord Jesus, Saviour! Thou whose glorious
face
We, all-expectant, would rejoice to see;
From whom, when once beheld, our ravished
gaze
No more could wander or desire to lose,
If only for a moment, such a sight
Of soul-transporting, satisfying bliss;
Oh, fill us with Thyself; yea, Lord, we long,
Nay, thirst, with ever-growing thirst, for
more
And more of Thee; fain would we deeply
drink
Into Thy patient spirit; Thine unwearied love,
Thy pure unselfishness that could not see,
With unmoved heart, another’s sufferings;
Yet could and would in silence bear Thine
own;
Oh, that while here in waiting attitude,
We who delight to call Thee Lord and bow
Most gladly to Thy sway, may even here
Have eyes and hearts and lives engrossed by
Thee.
Author Unknown