1 Often I seek my Lord by night;
Jesus, my Love, my soul's delight;
With warm desire and restless thought,
I seek him oft, but find him not.
2 Then I arise and search the street,
Till I my Lord, my Saviour meet;
I ask the watchmen of the night,
"Where did you see my soul's delight?"
3 Sometimes I find him in my way,
Directed by a heavenly ray;
I leap for joy to see his face,
And hold him fast in mine embrace.
4 [I bring him to my mother's home;
Nor does my Lord refuse to come
To Sion's sacred chambers, where
My soul first drew the vital air.
5 He gives me there his bleeding heart,
Pierc'd for my sake with deadly smart;
I give my soul to him, and there
Our loves their mutual tokens share.]
6 I charge you, all ye earthly toys,
Approach not to disturb my joys;
Nor sin nor hell come near my heart,
Nor cause my Saviour to depart.
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First Line: | Often I seek my Lord by night |
Title: | Christ found in the street, and brought to the church |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
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Notes: | Now Public Domain. |