Verse 1
If I but knew Thee as Thou art,
O loveliness unknown,
With what desire, O Lord, my heart
Would claim Thee for its own.
Verse 2
Thy glory would my shame conceal,
Thy purity my dross:
I should rejoice with Thee to feel
The sorrow of the cross.
Verse 3
But I am dull and blind, 0 Lord,
Unapt of Thee to learn;
Thee I but dimly in Thy word,
As in a glass, discern.
Verse 4
With faith’s warm finger,
through the veil,
I seek to touch Thy hand:
I feel the imprint of the nail
And partly understand.
Verse 5
But, ah, my lonely spirit tires
Of knowing Thee in part.
O Jesus, how my soul desires
To see Thee as Thou art
Author: I. Mac. Pherson