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<h2>WE WOULD SEE JESUS (2)</h2>
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<p align="center"><h3>“We would see Jesus.” John 12:21</h3></p>
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<center><b>Hymns Supplied Through the Gracious Generosity<br>of the </b><a href="http://www.hymntime.com/tch/" target = "_blank"><b>Cyber Hymnal Website</b></a><br><br><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/cyberhymnal_info.html" target = "_blank">Information about Cyber Hymnal Website</a></center>
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<td><img src="./hymns/hymns_img/img_w_a_warner_ab.jpg" alt="Anna Bartlett Warner (1827-1915)" width="133.333333333333" height="200"></td>
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<td><em>Words:</em> <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_w_a_warner_ab.html" target="_blank">Anna Bartlett Warner</a>. This hymn was included in her novel <em>Dollars and Cents</em>, 1852; the book was republished in London in 1853, retitled <em>Speculation; or the Glen-Luna Family</em>.
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<p><em>Music:</em> “Visio Domini,” <a href="./hymns/hymns_bio/bio_d_y_dykes_jb.html" target="_blank">John Bacchus Dykes</a> (1823-1876) </p><p><table><tr><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_mid/mid_v_visiodom.mid" target = "_blank"><img border=0 src="./hymns/hymns_img/notes.gif"><br><b>Play MIDI</b></a></td><td> </td><td><a href="./hymns/hymns_html/score_info.html" target = "_blank"><b>Link to obtain<br>musical score info</b></a></td></tr></table></p>
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<p>We would see Jesus; for the shadows lengthen<br>
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Across this little landscape of our life;<br>
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We would see Jesus, our weak faith to strengthen<br>
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For the last weariness, the final strife.</p>
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<p>We would see Jesus, the great rock Foundation<br>
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Whereon our feet were set with sovereign grace;<br>
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Nor life nor death, with all their agitation,<br>
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Can thence remove us, if we see His face.</p>
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<p>We would see Jesus; other lights are paling,<br>
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Which for long years we have rejoiced to see;<br>
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The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing;<br>
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We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee.</p>
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<p>We would see Jesus; yet the spirit lingers<br>
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Round the dear objects it has loved so long,<br>
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And earth from earth can scarce unclasp its fingers;<br>
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Our love to Thee makes not this love less strong.</p>
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<p>We would see Jesus: sense is all too binding,<br>
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And heaven appears too dim, too far away;<br>
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We would see Thee, Thyself our hearts reminding<br>
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What Thou hast suffered, our great debt to pay.</p>
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<p>We would see Jesus: this is all we’re needing;<br>
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Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight;<br>
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We would see Jesus, dying, risen, pleading;<br>
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Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night.</p>
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