Jesus, these eyes have never seen
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Jesus, these eyes have never seen That radiant form of thins; The veil of sense hangs dark betveen Thy blessed face and mine. I see thee not, I hear thee not, Yet thou art oft with me; And earth hath ne'er so dear a spot As where I meet with thee. Yet, though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone, I love thee, dearest Lord, and will, Unseen, but not unknown. When death these mortal eyes shall seal And still this throbbing heart, The rending veil shall thee reveal All glorious as thou art. |
O Jesu, corporalitas sese interposuit opaca, neve appareas me teque dividit. Nec cerno te nec audio, es saepe sed comes, carusque locus iste quo tu praesto latus es. Cum te parum conspiciam, qui fide fretus sum, ut diligo sic diligam te non incognitum. Mors hos cum claudet oculos silueritque cor, tuum mihi patebit os et verus is nitor. |