The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre ‎#XLV

XLV. The humble Worship of Heaven

1 Father, I long, I faint to see
The Place of thine Abode;
I'd leave thine earthly Courts, and flee
Up to thy Seat my God!
Here I behold thy distant Face,
And 'tis a pleasing Sight;
But to abide in thine Embrace
Is Infinite Delight.

2 I'd part with all the Joys of Sense
To gaze upon thy Throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
Unspeakable, Unknown.
There all the heav'nly Hosts are seen,
In shining Ranks they move,
And drink immortal Vigour in
With Wonder, and with Love.

3 Then at thy feet with awful fear
Th' adoring Armies fall;
With Joy they shrink to NOTHING there,
Before th' Eternal ALL.
There I would vie with all the Host
In duty and in Bliss;
While LESS THAN NOTHING I could boast,
And VANITY confess.

4 The more thy glories strike mine eyes
The humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
Unmeasurably high.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see
• Title: The humble Worship of Heaven
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1758

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