Satisfied With Thy Likeness

If I in thy likeness, O Lord, may awake, And shine a pure image of thee, Then I shall be satisfied when I can break The fetters of flesh and be free.

I know this stained tablet must first be washed white And there thy bright features be drawn; I know I must suffer the darkness of night To welcome the coming of dawn.

And O! the blest morning already is here, The shadows of earth soon shall fade; And soonin thy likeness I' ll with thee appear, In glory and beauty arrayed.

When on thine own image in me thou hast smiled, Within thy blest mansion, and when The arms of my Father encircle his child, O! I shall be satisfied then.