[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.