John 12:21: Fain would I my Redeemer see

Fain would I my Redeemer see,
As when extended on the tree
He groan'd beneath my sinful load,
He pour'd out all His sacred blood:.
Above, I want this only sight.
To view the Lamb by His own light.
To' admire the lustre of those scars.
Which brightens all the morning stars!

Tis all my longing soul's desire
To see whom earth and heaven admire,
Whom saints and angels love.
On Him with eyes of faith to gaze.
And then behold His blissful face
With all His saints above.

Thee, King of kings, I pant to see,
Array'd with power and majesty.
The Father's and Thy own.
To see transported at the sight.
And fall with all the sons of light
Before Thy azure throne.

Some token, gracious Lord, impart,
And now let my believing heart
The earnest sure receive;
Myself that I may loathe and hate.
In me the seeing eye create,
The life eternal give.

That plainly in the gospel-glass
Beholding Thee with open face,
I in Thy light may shine;
Transform'd into Thine image here,
And then before my God appear,
My God for ever mine!