Lord, ’tis Thy face for which I pine

Lord, ’tis Thy face for which I pine;
Come, open wide these eyes of mine;
Thy radiant glory before them shine;
Darkness dispel in light divine.

Lord, my desire’s Thy voice so dear;
Open my ears, that I may hear;
May Thy voice linger, constant and clear,
All Satan’s falsehoods disappear.

Thy very self is my heart’s plea;
Open my heart, fill utterly;
Thy fullness overflowing in me,
May I be wholly lost in Thee.