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Father, I long, I faint to see

Hymnal: The Southern Harmony, and Musical Companion (New ed. thoroughly rev. and much enl.) #92 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 1. Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thy abode, I'd leave these earthly courts, and flee Up to thy courts, my God. Here I behold thy distant face, And 'tis a pleasing sight, But to abide in thine embrace Is infinite delight. Languages: English Tune Title: FIDUCIA

Father, I Long, I Faint To See

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #9994 Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: 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! 2 Here I behold Thy distant face, And ’tis a pleasing sight; But to abide in Thine embrace Is infinite delight. 3 I’d part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon Thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 There all the heav’nly hosts are seen, In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigor in With wonder and with love. 5 Then at Thy feet with awful fear Th’ adoring armies fall; With joy they shrink to nothing there, Before th’ eternal All. 6 There I would vie with all the host In duty and in bliss; While "less than nothing" I could boast, And "vanity confess." 7 The more Thy glories strike mine eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. Languages: English Tune Title: MAITLAND

Father, I long, I faint to see

Hymnal: The Psalms of David #II.LXVIII (1766) Lyrics: 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! 2 Here I behold thy distant Face, And 'tis a pleasing Sight; But to abide in thine Embrace Is infinite Delight. 3 I'd part with all the Joys of Sense, To gaze upon thy Throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. [4 There all the heav'nly Hosts are seen, In shining Ranks they move, And drink immortal Vigour in With Wonder, and with Love. 5 Then at thy Feet with awful Fear, Th' adoring Armies fall; With Joy they shrink to NOTHING there, Before th' Eternal ALL. 6 There I would vie with all the Host In duty and in Bliss; While LESS THAN NOTHING I could boast, And VANITY confess. 7 The more thy Glories strike mine Eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my Joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. Topics: Heaven desired; Humble Worship of Heaven Languages: English