Isaac Watts

Hymn 145

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Sight through a glass, and face to face.

I love the windows of thy grace,
Through which my Lord is seen,
And long to meet my Savior's face
Without a glass between.

Oh that the happy hour were come
To change my faith to sight!
I shall behold my Lord at home
In a diviner light.

Haste, my Beloved, and remove
These interposing days;
Then shall my passions all be love,
And all my powers be praise.

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