There is a face There is a face I long to see In its gaze alone is life But I can't face it as I am To look on it would be to die Towards my lips The flaming coal Burning till it finds the place The inner stain Upon my soul. We will be made clean The darkened doors I've lingered in The dead-end roads down which I've run Will be revealed for what they've been Their power to tempt forever gone Every longing without name Will finally find its proper place The host of fears that grip us now Will melt in fear before his face We'll wind our way to mountain heights And view the race already run And onward go, our way made bright By his face, shining like the sun