1 O SAVIOUR, whom absent we love,
Whom not having seen we adore,
Whose name is exalted above
All glory, dominion, and power;
2 O come and display us as Thine,
And leave us no longer to roam.
Let the light of Thy presence, Lord, shine,
Let the trumpet soon summon us home.
3 Oh, then shall the mists be removed,
And round us Thy brightness be poured.
We shall meet Thee whom absent we loved,
We shall see whom unseen we adored.
4 Oh, then never more shall the fears,
The trials, temptations, and woes,
Which darken this valley of tears,
Intrude on our blissful repose.
5 Or, if yet remembered above,
Remembrance no sadness shall raise;
They will bring us fresh thoughts of Thy love,
New themes for our wonder and praise.