My meditation of him makes me long to see Him whom, having not seen, I love. I would see him--not as I have seen him in the sanctuary and in his holy supper, but I would see him "face to face." I would see him as he is; and, blessed be his glorious name for ever! I shall one day see him thus. Oh blessed hope! These eyes shall see Jesus; "For I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth; and though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God; whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another." And, better than all beside, I shall be like him; for "we know that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is." Such knowledge is too wonderful for me: it is high; I cannot attain unto it. "Jesus! the very thought is sweet; In that dear name all heart-joys meet; But sweeter than the honey far The glimpses of his presence are. "No word is sung more sweet than this; No name is heard more full of bliss; No thought brings sweeter comfort nigh Than Jesus, Son of God most high. "Jesus, the Hope of souls forlorn, How good to them for sin that mourn! To them that seek thee, oh how kind! But what art thou to them that find! "No tongue of mortal can express, No letter write, its blessedness: Alone who hath thee in his heart Knows, love of Jesus, what thou art. "O Jesus! King of wondrous might; O Victor! glorious from the fight; Sweetness that may not be expressed, And altogether loveliest." THE END. End of Project Gutenberg's A Basket of Barley Loaves, by Mary Christina Miller