We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen Across this little landscape of our life; We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness, the final strife.
We would see Jesus; for life’s hand hath rested With its dark touch upon both heart and brow; And though our souls have many a billow breasted Others are rising in the distance now.
We would see Jesus, the great rock foundation Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace; Nor life nor death, with all their agitation, Can thence remove us, if we see His face.
We would see Jesus; other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing; We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.
We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers Round the dear objects it has loved so long, And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers; Our love to Thee makes not this love less strong.
We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding, And heaven appears too dim, too far away; We would see Thee, Thyself our hearts reminding What Thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay.
We would see Jesus: this is all we’re needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight; We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading; Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night. Amen.