Jesus, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of Thine; The veil of sense hangs dark between Thy 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 spot As where I meet with Thee. Like some bright dream that comes unsought When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought And charms my ravished soul. Yet though I have not seen, and still Must 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON A HEALTH by EDWARD COATE PINKNEY AN ARMY CORPS ON THE MARCH by WALT WHITMAN HAVE YOU PLANTED A TREE? by HENRY ABBEY EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 19. THE HEART, LOVE'S BUTT by PHILIP AYRES |