Text: | Desires for God’s Presence |
Author: | Jones Very |
Wilt Thou not visit me?
The plant beside me feels Thy gentle dew;
Each blade of grass I see,
From Thy deep earth its quickening moisture drew.
Wilt Thou not visit me?
Thy morning calls on me with cheering tone;
And every hill and tree
Lend but one voice, the voice of Thee alone.
Come! for I need Thy love,
More than the flower the dew, or grass the rain;
Come, like Thy holy dove,
And let me in Thy sight rejoice to live again.
Yes! Thou wilt visit me;
Nor plant nor tree Thine eye delights so well,
As when, from sin set free,
Man’s spirit comes with Thine in peace to dwell.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Wilt Thou not visit me? |
Title: | Desires for God’s Presence |
Author: | Jones Very |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1866 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |