If I'm lost—now

256 If I'm lost—now That I was found— Shall still my transport be— That once—on me—those Jasper Gates Blazed open—suddenly— That in my awkward—gazing—face— The Angels—softly peered— And touched me with their fleeces, Almost as if they cared— I'm banished—now—you know it— How foreign that can be— You'll know—Sir—when the Savior's face Turns so—away from you—