I SOMETIMES think that had I seen Thy face br In those old days when Thou wast with us here, br Clothed with our flesh, a man as we are men, br The very sight had filled my soul with grace; br I should have clung to Thee, and not again br 5 br Moved from Thy side, no lurking doubt or fear br Could drive me from so sweet a hiding-place. br So think I sometimes, and would almost pray br That other age were chosen my faith to prove br More near Thine own (if such a prayer might be), br 10 br Full of Thy memories. But no; each day br Hath its own light, O Christ, and proofs of Thee; br For there was one who saw Thy look of love, br Yet, having wealth, went sorrowful away.