When in Thy Courts I Stand

Both weak and blind

dear Lord

I am

For now Thy face I can­not see;

But I can hear Thy gen­tle voice

Speak words of love to me.

O some day I shall see

And some day clasp Thy hand;

Yes

some day see Thy face

When in Thy courts I stand.

But I can feel Thy gen­tle touch

And I can read Thy bless­èd word

And with Thy migh­ty

throb­bing love

My lone­ly heart is stirred.

Till then

dear Lord

but lead me on

And guide me in the bet­ter way

Lest

grop­ing in the dark­ness here

My feet should go as­tray.

And when at last my jour­ney’s o’er

Earth’s hea­vy bur­dens are laid down

When tears are changed to pearls of joy

My cross to jew­eled crown.