1 The Savior meets his flock to-day,
Shall I in sloth abide at home?
Shall I behind the people stay?
When Jesus calls there still is room,
I'll go - it is a place of pray'r;
Who knows but God may meet me there?
2 To-day Immanuel feeds his saints,
And here the Christians find their king -
They lay open their complaints,
And here the Savior's praise they sing;
Into their number I'll presume,
Since Jesus kindly bids me come.
3 How long did faithful Anna wait,
And sought the Lord full fourscore years,
Both day and night, at the temple gate;
She watch'd with many sighs and tears,
And scarcely left the house of prayer
Till God vouchsaf'd to meet her there.
4 Dear Savior, then permit me pow'r,
And like the saints I'll watch for thee,
Content till the appointed hour,
When thou shalt be reveal'd in me;
Daily my soul within thy date,
Shall for thy gracious presence wait.
5 Remove temptation, O my Lord,
And let my enemies be slain,
Who would withdraw me from thy word,
And plunge me in the world again;
And when the bridegroom shall appear,
O! may my soul be found in prayer
Text Information | |
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First Line: | The Savior meets his flock to-day |
Title: | To be sung before gong into Public Worship |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1800 |
Notes: | Now Public Domain. |