Text: | Here I will dwell |
1 Ah me, I'm never well but when
I on my best Beloved lean,
Then I am never ill;
Crosses and Trials all are slight,
And Pain is sweet, and Troubles light,
Come whatsoever will.
2 Here I could wish my greatest Foe,
Might rest like me, and happy know
The Riches of the Lamb;
The Streets then would be full of Praise,
Of Jesu's Blood, his gracious Ways,
His Mercy and his Name.
3 If Jesus will permit me, I
Will leaning on him live and die,
And great the Blessing count;
My Life dear Lord, I'd live to Thee,
My Death should also glorious be,
Like Moses in the Mount.
4 By sweet Experience I'd proclaim
Unto the Followers of the Lamb,
Hear me, my Friends, I say:
For I am happy, I am well,
Belov'd of God unchangable!
And with him Night and Day.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Ah me, I'm never well but when |
Title: | Here I will dwell |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1774 |