Show me Thy face—one transient gleam Of loveliness divine, And I shall never think or dream Of other love save Thine; All lesser light will darken quite, All lower glories wane, The beautiful of earth will scarce Seem beautiful again.
Show me Thy face—my faith and love Shall henceforth fixed be, And nothing here have pow’r to move My soul’s serenity; My life shall seem a trance, a dream, And all I feel and see, Illusive, visionary—Thou, The one Reality!
Show me Thy face—I shall forget The weary days of yore, The fretting ghosts of vain regret Shall haunt my soul no more; All doubts and fears for future years In quiet trust subside, And naught but blest content and calm Within my breast abide.
Show me Thy face—the heaviest cross Will then seem light to bear, There will be gain in every loss, And peace with every care; With such light feet the years will fleet, Life seem as brief as blest, Till I have laid my burden down, And entered into rest.
