A friend have I who’s ev­er near,
Who com­forts me and stills each fear,
It is my Lord and Sav­ior dear,
Whom, hav­ing not seen, I love.

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He’s gone to pre­pare a place
For me in His home ab­ove;
And I shall be­hold His face,
Whom, hav­ing not seen, I love.

In vain may fan­cy strive to trace
My Sav­ior’s beau­ty and His grace;
More fair than I can dream, His face,
Whom, hav­ing not seen, I love.

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The pre­cious hope of that bright day
Illumines all mine earth­ly way;
He’ll take me home with Him to stay,
Whom, hav­ing not seen, I love.

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With that glad meet­ing e’er in view,
My pil­grim jour­ney I pur­sue,
And try His ho­ly will to do,
Whom, hav­ing not seen, I love.

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