Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#395

395. Happy the hours, the golden days

1 Happy the hours, the golden days,
When I could call my Jesus mine,
And sit, and view his smiling face,
And melt in pleasures all divine.

2 But now he's gone (O mighty wo!)
Gone from my soul and hides his love!
I hate the sins that griev'd him so,
The sins that forc'd him to remove!

3 Yet let my hope look through my tears,
And spy afar his rolling throne,
His chariot through the cleaving spheres
Shall bring the bright Beloved down.

4 Swift as a roe flies o'er the hills,
My soul springs out to meet him high:
Then shall the conqu'ror turn his wheels
And climb the mansions of the sky.

Text Information

• First Line: Happy the hours, the golden days
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: Christian experience: Doubts and Fears; Hidings of God's face

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