1 | Oh, Jesus, Lord, when Thou on earth |
| Accompanied Thy faithful band, |
| It seemed they knew, but knew Thee not, |
| Thyself they did not understand. |
2 | They heard Thy voice, beheld Thy form, |
| Thy beauteous stature unforgot; |
| They crowded round Thee, met Thy gaze, |
| But who Thou art, they knew it not. |
3 | As they of old we too are veiled; |
| Weve known Thee long apparently; |
| Yet if we say we know, at best |
| We know Thee not transparently. |
4 | But as the Spirit now Thou art, |
| Another Comforter become; |
| Reveal Thyself within my heart, |
| Since to Thy temple Thou hast come. |
5 | With Thy blest Spirit, Lord, fill me, |
| Fill every corner of my soul; |
| May Thou inspire my every part, |
| Oh may Thou touch, renew the whole. |
6 | The Spirit then revealing make |
| Thyself more real within my heart, |
| That ear not hear, nor eye may see |
| How very real to me Thou art. |
7 | When Thou in mercy dost reveal |
| And give Thyself as Spirit thus, |
| What in the world can be more real, |
| More true than what Thou art to us? |
8 | Thy Spirit, Lord, in mine, I pray, |
| Oerflow my being as a flood, |
| That every part with glory shine |
| And everywhere be Thee and God. |
9 | How close we are in such a life, |
| In one is blended earth with heavn; |
| Thy presence sweetly fills our souls; |
| Our hearts are to Thy praises givn. |