Like some bright dream that comes unsought When slumbers o'er me roll, Thine image ever fills my thought And charms my ravished soul. Yet though I have not seen, and still Must rest in faith alone, I love thee, dearest Lord, and will, Unseen but not unknown. When death these mortal eyes shall seal, And still this throbbing heart, The rending veil shall thee reveal, All-glorious as thou art. --Ray Palmer. TO THEE I bring my sins to thee The sins I cannot count, That all may cleansed be In thy once-opened fount. I bring them, Saviour, all to thee; The burden is too great for me. My heart to thee I bring, The heart I cannot read; A faithless, wandering thing, An evil heart indeed. I bring it, Saviour, now to thee, That fixed and faithful it may be To thee I bring my care, The care I cannot flee; Thou wilt not only share, But take it all for me. O loving Saviour, now to thee, I bring the load that wearies me. I bring my grief to thee, The grief I cannot tell; No words shall needed be, Thou knowest all so well. I bring the sorrow laid on me, O suffering Saviour! all to thee. My joys to thee I bring, The joys thy love has given, That each may be a wing To lift me nearer heaven. I bring them, Saviour, all to thee, Who hast procured them all for me. My life I bring to thee, I would not be my own; O Saviour! let me be Thine ever, thine alone! My heart, my life, my all, I bring To thee, my Saviour and my King. WE LONG TO SEE JESUS We would see Jesus! we have longed to see him Since first the story of his love was told; We would that he might sojourn now among us, As once he sojourned with the Jews of old. We would see Jesus! see the infant sleeping, As on our mother's knees we, too, have slept; We would see Jesus! see him gently weeping, As we, in infancy, ourselves have wept. We would behold him, as he wandered lowly-- No room for him, too often, in the inn-- Behold that life, the beautiful, the holy, The only sinless in this world of sin. We would see Jesus! we would have him with us, A guest beloved and honored at our board; How blessed were our bread if it were broken Before the sacred presence of the Lord! We would see Jesus! we would have him with us, Friend of our households and our children dear, Who still, should death and sorrow come among us, Would hasten to us, and would touch the bier. We would see Jesus! not alone in sorrow, But we would have him with us in our mirth; He, at whose right hand are joys forever, Doth not disdain to bless the joys of earth.