Jesus, these eyes have never seenThat radiant form of Thine;The veils of sense hangs dark betweenThy blessed 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 spotAs where I meet with Thee.
Yet though I have not seen, and stillMust 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.
—Ray Palmer, 1858. Original Trinity Hymnal, #545