Lord Jesus! when we think of Thee.
Of all Thy love and grace,
Our spirits long and fain would see
Thy beauty face to face.

And though the wilderness we tread,
A barren, thirsty ground,
With thorns and briers overspread,
Where foes and snares abound;

Yet in Thy love such depths we see,
Our souls o’erflow with praise–
Content ourselves, while, Lord, to Thee
A joyful song we raise.

Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield,
Our Rock, our Food, our Light;
Each thought of Thee doth constant yield
Unchanging, fresh delight.

Blest Savior, keep our spirits stayed,
Hard following after Thee,
Till we, in robes of white arrayed,
Thy face in glory see.