C.M. sung to Wiltshire 1 LORD Jesus, when we think of Thee, Of all Thy love and grace, Our spirits long and fain would see Thy beauty, face to face. 2 And though the wilderness we tread, A barren, thirsty ground, With thorns and briars overspread, Where foes and snares abound, 3 Yet in Thy love such depths we see, Our souls o'erflow with praise --- Content ourselves, while, Lord, to Thee A joyful song we raise. 4 Our Lord, our Life, our Rest, our Shield, Our Rock, our Food, our Light; Each thought of Thee doth constant yield Unchanging, fresh delight. 5 Blest Saviour, keep our spirits stayed, Hard following after Thee, Till we, in robes of white arrayed, Thy face in glory see. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |