Church Hymn Book ‎#CCXIV

CCXIV. Lord, at thy temple we appear

1 Lord, at thy temple we appear,
As happy Simeon came,
And hope to meet our Saviour here;
O make our joys the same!

2 With what divine and vast delight
The good old man was fill'd,
When fondly in his wither'd arms
He clasp'd the Holy child;

3 "Now I can leave this world, he cry'd,
"Behold, thy servant dies;
"I've seen thy great salvation, Lord,
"And close my peaceful eyes.

4 "This is the light prepar'd to shine
"Upon the Gentile lands,
"Thine Israel's glory, and their hope,
"To break their slavish bands."

5 [Jesus! the vision of thy face
Hath overpow'ring charms!
Scarce shall I feel death's cold embrace,
If Christ be in my arms.

6 Then while ye hear my heart-strings break,
How sweet my minutes roll!
A mortal paleness on my cheek,
And glory in my soul.]

Text Information

• First Line: Lord, at thy temple we appear
• Author: Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Topic: Visitation of the Sick: For such as are supposed to be just expiring
• Notes: Public Domain.

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