Would I Know Him?

Would I know Him if He stood here

By my side

by my side?

Doth the cru­el

cru­el nail-prints

Yet abide

yet abide?

Would He show me in His beau­ty

So divine

so di­vine

That in rap­ture I would feel Him

To be mine

to be mine?

When to Sa­tan thou dost an­swer

Flee from me

flee from me!

When be­tween thee and the Mas­ter

Naught shall be

naught shall be;

On thine eyes shall flash a vi­sion

Wondrous fair

won­drous fair—

Lo! a pierced and thorn-crowned Sav­ior

Standeth there

stand­eth there.

Could I hear Him if He called me

Waiting here

wait­ing here?

Would His words of ma­gic sweet­ness

Pierce my ear

pierce my ear?

Could the world with all its lur­ings

Drown that tone

drown that tone

And He pass me by and leave me

All alone

all alone?

When thou cri­est in thine ang­uish

Sav­ior hear

Sav­ior hear!

It will reach Him thro’ the cla­mor

Never fear

nev­er fear!

Tho’ some­times thine ears are deaf­ened

By the din

by the din

He is list­en­ing for the sum­mons

Lord

come in

Lord

come in!