264. Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone

1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone;
Let my religious hours alone;
Fain would my eyes my Saviour see;
I wait a visit, Lord, from thee.

2 My heart grows warm with holy fire,
And kindles with a pure desire;
Come, my dear Jesus, from above,
And feed my soul with heavenly love.

3 [The trees of life immortal stand,
In fragrant rows at thy right hand;
And in sweet murmurs by thy side,
Rivers of bliss perpetual glide.

4 Haste, then, but with a smiling face,
And spread the table of thy grace;
Bring down a taste of truth divine,
And cheer my heart with sacred wine.]

5 Blest Jesus! what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above,
Redeeming grace and dying love.

6 Hail, great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father’s glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest One,
That eyes have seen or angels known.

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First Line: Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone
Author: Watts
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1844
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Topic: Fruits of the Spirit: Joy
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