I See You, Jesus

Many a man's wish may be
To sing in a grand hall,

To fill a cathedral or mall,

To serenade the rich

With the power of every pitch.

But I see you, Jesus, Lord,

Alone on Calvary,

Not in glamor this world affords,

Dying to set me free

That I, your glory may see.

I see you, Jesus,

Caring for the dying and poor.

I see you, Jesus,

With your sweet Spirit,

Knocking at their heart's living door.

I see you, Jesus,

Giving life to souls without hope.

I see you, Jesus,

Saving those vexed sore

Saying, "Follow me to Bright Shore."

© 2010 Bethany Carson