Isaac Watts · 653 of 724
Hymn 145
I love the windows of thy , 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.