Till I Gaze upon the Beauty of Your Face

Oh my Jesus, in my heart there is a yearning
For that blessed hour, the time of your returning
As the day keeps drawing nearer
May I see my mission clearer
Give me strength to fight the fight and run the race
Till I gaze upon the beauty of your face

Lord prepare me for for the task that lies before me
Help me live not for myself but for your glory
Feed me with your living bread
Wash me in the blood you shed
Oh, make me new and cleanse my heart from every stain
Set me free from every burden, every chain.

On that rugged cross you gave your life to save me
And you rescued me from one who would enslave me
In that holy Promised Land 
I will hold your nail-scarred hand
But I'll be leaning hard on your amazing grace
Till I gaze upon the beauty of your face


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