[Sight through a Glass, and Face to Face; A Poem by David Dickson.]
  Sight through a Glass, and Face to Face.

By David Dickson

 

				I Love the windows of thy grace,
					thro' which my Lord is seen,
				I long to meet my Saviour's face,
					without a glass between.
				Oh! that the happy hour were come,
					to change my faith to sight:
				I shall behold my Lord at home
					in a diviner light.
				Haste my beloved, and remove
					these interposing days;
				Then shall my passions all be love,
					and all my pow'rs be praise.