SHOW me thy face—one transient gleam

Of loveliness Divine,

And shall never think or dream

Of other love than Thine;

All other lights will darken quite,

All lower glories wane,

The beautiful of earth will scarce

Seem beautiful again.

Show me Thy face—the heaviest cross

Will then seem light to bear,

There will be gain in every loss,

And peace with every care.

With such light feet the years will fleet,

 Life seem as brief as blest,

Till I have laid my burden down,

And entered into rest.

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