Jesus, who was so very kind,
Who came to pardon sinful men,
Who heal'd the sick, and cur'd the blind:
Oh, must not I have loved him then?
But where is Jesus? Is he dead?
Oh, no; he lives in heaven above:
"And blest are they," the Saviour said,
"Who, though they have not seen me, love."
He sees us from his throne on high
As well as when on earth he dwelt;
And when to him poor children cry,
He feels such love as then he felt.
And if the Lord will grant me grace,
Much I will love him and adore;
But when in heaven I see his face,
'Twill be my joy to love him more.
Jane Taylor.