| Jesus, these eyes have never seen|
Jesus, these eyes have never seen - Ray Palmer (1808-1887)
Jesus, these eyes have never seen
that radiant form of thine
the veil of sense hangs dark between
thy blessèd face and mine.
I see thee not, I hear thee not,
yet art thou oft with me;
and earth hath ne'er so dear a spot
as where I meet with thee.
Yet, though I have not see, 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.
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Jesus, and shall it ever be
A sinful man ashamed of thee?
Ashamed of thee, whom angels praise,
Whose glory shines through endless days?
Ashamed of Jesus! that dear friend
On whom my hopes of Heaven depend?
Whene'er I blush, be this my shame,
That I no more revere his name.
Ashamed of Jesus! Yes, I may,
When I've no sin to wash away,
No tears to wipe, no good to crave,
And no immortal soul to save.
Till then, nor is the boasting vain,
Till then, I'll boast the Saviour slain;
And O may this my glory be,
That Christ is not ashamed of me.
Joseph Grigg (1728-68)
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Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day! - Ray Palmer
Lord, thou wilt bring the joyful day!
beyond earth's weariness and pains,
thou hast a mansion far away,
where for thine own a rest remains.
No sun there climbs the morning sky,
there never falls the shade of night,
God and the Lamb, for ever nigh,
o'er all shed everlasting light.
The bow of mercy spans the throne,
emblem of love and goodness there;
while notes to mortals all unknown
float on the calm, celestial air.
Around the throne bright legions stand,
redeemed by blood from sin and hell;
and shining forms, an angel band,
the mighty chorus join to swell.
There, Lord, thy way-worn saints shall find
the bliss for which thy longed before;
and holiest sympathies shall bind
thine own to thee for evermore.
O Jesus, bring us to that rest,
where all the ransomed shall be found,
in thine eternal fulness blessed,
while ages roll their cycles round.
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