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Oh, Jesus, Lord, when Thou on earth
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| 1. | Oh, Jesus, Lord, when Thou on earth |
| | Accompanied Thy faithful band, |
| | It seemed they knew, but knew Thee not, |
| | Thyself they did not understand. |
| 2. | They heard Thy voice, beheld Thy form, |
| | Thy beauteous stature unforgot; |
| | They crowded 'round Thee, met Thy gaze, |
| | But who Thou art, they knew it not. |
| 3. | As they of old we too are veiled; |
| | We've known Thee long apparently; |
| | Yet if we say we know, at best |
| | We know Thee not transparently. |
| 4. | But as the Spirit now Thou art, |
| | Another Comforter become; |
| | Reveal Thyself within my heart, |
| | Since to Thy temple Thou hast come. |
| 5. | With Thy blest Spirit, Lord, fill me, |
| | Fill every corner of my soul; |
| | May Thou inspire my every part, |
| | Oh may Thou touch, renew the whole. |
| 6. | The Spirit then revealing make |
| | Thyself more real within my heart, |
| | That ear not hear, nor eye may see |
| | How very real to me Thou art. |
| 7. | When Thou in mercy dost reveal |
| | And give Thyself as Spirit thus, |
| | What in the world can be more real, |
| | More true than what Thou art to us? |
| 8. | Thy Spirit, Lord, in mine, I pray, |
| | O'erflow my being as a flood, |
| | That every part with glory shine |
| | And everywhere be Thee and God. |
| 9. | How close we are in such a life, |
| | In one is blended earth with heav'n; |
| | Thy presence sweetly fills our souls; |
| | Our hearts are to Thy praises giv'n. |