The poem
To those who love the Lord I speak; Is my Beloved near? The Bridegroom of my soul I seek, Oh! when will He appear?
Though once a man of grief and shame, Yet now He fills a throne, And bears the greatest, sweetest name, That earth or heaven have known.
Grace flies before, and love attends His steps wheree'er he goes; Though none can see Him but His friends, And they were once his foes.
He speaks; -- obedient to His call Our warm affections move: Did He but shine alike on all, Then all alike would love.
Then love in every heart would reign, And war would cease to roar; And cruel and bloodthirsty men Would thirst for blood no more.
Such Jesus is, and such His grace; Oh, may He shine on you! And tell him, when you see His face, I long to see Him, too.