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1 Far from my thoughts, vain world, begone!
Let my religious hours alone:
Fain would my eyes my Savior 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 Blest Saviour! what delicious fare,
How sweet Thine entertainments are!
Never did angels taste, above,
redeeming grace and dying love.
4 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! |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Private Devotion |