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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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