Text: | Devout retirement |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
1 Far from my thoughts vain world be gone,
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,
3 O haste, 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.
4 Bless'd Jesus, what delicious fare!
How sweet thy entertainments are!
Never did angels taste above
Redeeming grace and dying love.
5 Hail great Immanuel, all divine!
In thee thy Father's glories shine;
Thou brightest, sweetest, fairest one,
That eyes have seen, or angels known.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Far from my thoughts, vain world, be gone |
Title: | Devout retirement |
Author: | Dr. Watts |
Meter: | Long Metre |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Topic: | Before Sermon |
Notes: | Public Domain. |