WHEN JESUS HIDES HIS SMILING FACE
(Tune: When I Survey #118 LM)
When Jesus hides His smiling face
And gives no tokens of His grace,
Empty, my soul can find no rest,
Till with His presence I am blest.
Downcast I am; but still I cling
To every word of Christ, my King.
The sinner who believes on Him,
He said, shall never be condemned!
I mourn my loss. I mourn my sin.
I long to see His smile again!
Yet, in the teeth of all my sin,
I cast my wretched soul on Him!
Where’er I turn, seeking relief,
I only aggravate my grief.
Lord Jesus, come, my soul embrace!
I have no other resting place.