I’ve seen the face of Je­sus—
He smiled in love on me;
It filled my heart with rap­ture,
My soul with ec­sta­sy.
The scars of deep­est ang­uish
Were lost in glo­ry bright;
I’ve seen the face of Je­sus—
It was a won­drous sight!

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Oh! glo­ri­ous face of beau­ty,
Oh, gen­tle touch of care;
If here it is so bless­èd,
What will it be up there?

And since I’ve seen His beau­ty
All else I count but loss;
The world, its fame and plea­sure,
Is now to me but dross;
His light dis­pelled my dark­ness,
His smile was, oh, so sweet!
I’ve seen the face of Je­sus—
I can but kiss His feet.

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I’ve heard the voice of Je­sus—
He told me of His love;
And called me His own trea­sure,
His un­de­filed, His dove.
It came like soft­est mu­sic
Across an ocean calm,
And seemed to play so sweet­ly
Some won­drous ho­ly psalm.

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I felt the hand of Je­sus—
My brow it throbbed with care—
He placed it there so soft­ly,
And whis­pered Do not fear.
Like clouds be­fore the sun­shine,
My cares have rolled away;
I’m sit­ting in His pre­sence—
It is a cloud­less day.

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I know He’s coming short­ly
To take us all above;
We’ll sing re­demp­tion’s sto­ry
The story of His love;
We’ll hear His voice of mu­sic,
We’ll feel His hand of care;
He’ll ne­ver rest, He says so,
Until He has us there.

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