Wanting so the Face Divine

Wanting so the Face divine,
I searched within this soul of mine,
But there the Image is so dim:
Unlike, unlike, it seems to Him.

Weary of heart, with faith grown weak,
Again, the vanished Face I seek.
Lo! In my need, God sends me thee:
And from thy soul, He smiles on me!
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