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