1 O Saviour, whom absent we love,
Whom not having seen we adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power;

2 O come, and display us as Thine,
And leave us no longer to roam;
May we in Thy glory, Lord, shine,
Thy presence soon summon us home.

3 O when shall the mists be removed,
And round us Thy brightness be poured?
When meet Thee, whom absent we've loved,
When see, whom unseen we've adored?

4 O then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on our blissful repose.

5 Or if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise,
They will bring but new thoughts of Thy love,
New themes for our wonder and praise.