1 I love the windows of thy grace,
Thro' which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Saviour’s face,
Without a glass between.
2 O, that the happy hour were come,
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home,
In a diviner light.
3 Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my pow'rs be praise.
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First Line: | I love the windows of thy grace |
Title: | Sight through a glass, and face to face |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |