J. B. French
LORD, Thou hast made Thyself to me
A living, bright reality,
More present to faith’s vision keen
Than any earthly object seen;
More dear, more intimately nigh
Than e’en the closest earthly tie.
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And Thou, blessed vision of my soul,
Hast made my broken nature whole;
Hast purified my base desires,
And kindled passion’s holiest fires;
My nature Thou hast lifted up,
And filled me with a glorious hope.
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Nearer and dearer still to me,
Thou living, loving Saviour be;
Brighter the vision of Thy face,
More charming still Thy words of grace;
So, life shall be transformed to love,
A heaven below, a heaven above.