I would, dear Jesus, I could break The hedge that creeds and hearsay make, And, like the first disciples, be In person led and taught by thee. I read thy words, so strong and sweet; I seek the footprints of thy feet; But men so mystify the trace I long to see thee face to face. Wouldst thou not let me at thy side In thee, in thee, so sure confide? Like John, upon thy breast recline And feel thy heart make mine divine. |