Sight through a glass, and face to face.
I love the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Savior's face
Without a glass between.
Oh that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.
Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.