To Behold Thee

From weariness of sin I turn at last, O Lord, to Thee,
My eyes and heart grown dim from looking long on vanity.
I venture toward Thy radiance then, compelled to come by grace,
And in the pages of Thy Word behold Thy lovely face.

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Each grace in all its fullness on Thy countenance I see.
Great tenderness of mercy, blazing light of purity.
Thine eyes are wells of love and wisdom, settled peace Thy brow,
Before the whole of perfect beauty, I in worship bow.

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When someday I before Thee stand, a debtor to Thy grace,
And gaze with heaven's eyes upon the brightness of Thy face,
Transformed into Thy likeness, all my sin thrust far away,
With millions of redeemed ones, I will lift my voice and say:

Chorus:

Face of glory, turned upon me, I cannot but Thee adore.
To behold Thee, O my Savior, is to love Thee more and more.

-Eileen Berry