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.