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.