I’ve Seen the Face of Jesus

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!

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.

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.

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.

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.