1 Oh, sometimes my love sees Jesus with the thorns upon His brow,
And I fall in adoration at His feet,
For I know He's interceding,
With the Father ever pleading,
And the comfort of the tho't is very sweet.
And I'm waiting for the day,
When all shadows pass away,
I shall meet Him in that heav'nly, happy place.
Over there 'twill all be clear,
Tho' I see but dimly here,
And what glory! When I see Him face to face.

Refrain:
Face to face, [No clouds enfolding,]
Face to face, [Mine eyes beholding,]
I shall see Him in His beauty face to face.
I have had faint glimpses here,
Dimmed by many a falling tear,
But what glory! When I see Him face to face.

2 Oh, sometimes my faith sees Jesus coming o'er the stormy sea,
And the waves are stilled, the angry tempest passed,
Then the clouds return again,
Clouds of care and grief and pain,
And the sweetness of His presence does not last.
But some day I'll bide with Him
Where no storm His face shall dim,
He who loves me and who saves me by His grace.
Here I walk by faith, not sight,
But I'm walking tow'rd the light,
And what glory! When I see Him face to face. [Refrain]

3 And sometimes my hope can see Him in the visions of the night,
As the morning star that ushers in the day;
Then the mists arise once more,
And they hide Him as before,
And the glory of His presence fades away.
But I still my longing heart,
Here only know in part,
And but darkly thro' a glass His features trace,
And with patience watch and wait,
Come He soon or come He late,
But what glory! When I see Him face to face. [Refrain]