Just as I am. UST as I am-without one plea, But that thy blood was shed for me, Just as I am and waiting not To rid my soul of one dark blot; To Thee who se blood can cleanse each spot O Lamb of God, I come. A Death-bed Hymn. E would see Jesus"-for the shadows lengthen "We would see Jesus," our weak faith to strengthen For the last weariness-the final strife. "We would see Jesus"-for life's hand hath rested With its dark touch upon both heart and brow! And though our souls have many a billow breasted, Others are rising in the distance now. "We would see Jesus"-the great rock foundation "We would see Jesus"-other lights are paling, Which for long years we have rejoiced to see; The blessings of our pilgrimage are failing, We would not mourn them, for we go to Thee. "We would see Jesus"-yet the spirit lingers "We would see Jesus"-sense is all too blinding, "We would see Jesus"-this is all we're needing; Strength, joy, and willingness come with the sight: "We would see Jesus"-dying, risen, pleading; Then welcome day, and farewell mortal night. O happy, happy country, where And death, who keeps the portals fair, No grief can change their day to night, For every one they shed while here, Glitters a bright and dazzling gem O lovely blooming country, there For though no fields nor forests green, Nor hears the ear material sound, Yet joys at God's right hand are found, The archetypes of these. This is the home, the land of birth Of all we highest prize on earth; The storms that rack this world beneath Shall there for ever cease, The only air the blessed breathe Is purity and peace. Oh may heaven's gate unclose to me, Oh may I too its glories see, And my faint, fighting spirit stand Within that happy, happy land. |