|  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. |