It were my soul’s desire
To see the face of God;It were my soul’s desire
To rest in his abode.Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,
Deep waves of cleansing sighs,
Grant, Lord, my soul’s desire,
From earthly cares to rise.
It were my soul’s desire
To imitate my King,
It were my soul’s desire
His endless praise to sing.
It were my soul’s desire,When heaven’s gate is won,
To find my soul’s desire,Clear shining like the sun.
This still my soul’s desire,
Whatever life afford,To gain my soul’s desire
And see thy face, O Lord.