1 I love the windows of thy grace Thro' which my Lord is seen, And long to meet my Saviour's face Without a glass between.
2 O, that the happy hour were come To change my faith to sight! I shall behold my Lord at home In a diviner light.
3 Haste, my beloved, and remove These interposing days: Then shall my passions all be love, And all my powers be praise.