If I in Thy like­ness, oh Lord, may awake,
And shine a pure im­age of Thee,
Then I shall be sa­tis­fied when I can break
The fet­ters of flesh and be free.

Refrain

I shall be sa­tis­fied; I shall be sa­tis­fied,
I shall be sa­tis­fied,
When I awake in Thy like­ness.

I know this stained tab­let
Must first be washed white,
To let Thy bright fea­tures be drawn;
I know I must suf­fer the dark­ness of night,
To wel­come the com­ing of dawn.

Refrain

But I shall be sa­tis­fied when I can cast
The sha­dows of na­ture all by,
When this cold, drea­ry world
From my vi­sion has passed,
To let the soul op­en her eye.

Refrain

I glad­ly shall feel the blest morn draw­ing near,
When time’s dreamy fan­cy shall fade,
If then in Thy like­ness I may but ap­pear,
And rise in Thy beau­ty ar­rayed.

Refrain

To see Thee in glo­ry, oh Lord, as Thou art,
From this mor­tal, per­ish­ing clay,
The spi­rit im­mor­tal in peace would de­part,
And joy­ous mount up her bright way.

Refrain

When on Thine im­age, in me Thou hast smiled,
Within Thy blest man­sions, and when
The arms of my Fa­ther en­cir­cle His child,
Oh, I shall be sa­tis­fied then.

Refrain