Verse 1
Say, which of you would see the Lord?
Ye all may now obtain the grace,
Behold him in the written word,
Where John unveils the Saviour’s face.

Verse 2
Clear as the trumpet’s voice he speaks
To every soul that turns his ear,
Amidst the golden candlesticks
He walks: and lo! He now is here!

Verse 3
Present to all believing souls
They see him with an eagle’s eye:
Down to his feet a garment rolls,
Stain’d with a glorious crimson dye.

Verse 4
A golden girdle binds his breast,
(Whence streams of consolation flow,
Milk for his new-born babes, who rest
In him, nor other comforts know.)

Verse 5
His form is as the Son of man,
His eyes are as a flame of fire;
They dart a sin-consuming pain,
And life, and joy divine inspire.

Verse 6
His spotless purity of soul
We by a lovely emblem know,
His head, and hairs are white as wool,
White are they as the driven snow.

Verse 7
Glitter his feet like polish’d brass,
That long hath in the furnace shone,
Brighter than lightning is his face,
Brighter than the meridian sun.

Verse 8
As many waters sounds his word,
Seven stars he holds in his right-hand,
Out of his mouth a two-edg’d sword
Goes forth: before it who can stand?

Verse 9
Lord, at thy feet we fall as dead,
Lay thy right-hand upon our soul,
Scatter our fears, thy Spirit shed,
And all our unbelief controul.

Verse 10
Tell us, “I am the first and last,
Who liv’d, and died for all, am I!
And lo! My bitter death is past,
And lo! I live no more to die.

Verse 11
“I have the keys of death and hell.”
Amen! Thy record we receive,
And wait, till thou our spirits seal,
And all in all for ever live.