1.Jesus, these eyes have never seenThat radiant form of Thine;The vail of sense hangs dark betweenThy blessed face and mine.2.I see Thee not, I hear Thee not,Yet art Thou oft with me;And earth has ne'er so dear a spot,As where I meet with Thee.3.Like some bright dream that comes unsought,When slumbers o'er me roll,Thine image ever fills my tho't,And charms my ravished soul.4.Yet tho' I have not seen, and stillMust rest in faith alone,I love Thee, dearest Lord, and will,Unseen, but not known.