10207. Come Lead Me To Some Lofty Shade

1 Come lead me to some lofty shade
Where turtles moan their loves;
Tall shadows were for lovers made;
And grief becomes the groves.

2 ’Tis no mean beauty of the ground
That has enslaved mine eyes;
I faint beneath a nobler wound,
Nor love below the skies.

3 Jesus, the spring of all that’s bright,
The everlasting fair,
Heav’n’s ornament, and Heav’n’s delight,
Is my eternal care.

4 But ah! how far above this grove
Does the bright charmer dwell!
Absence, thou keenest wound to love,
That sharpest pain, I feel.

5 Pensive I climb the sacred hills,
And near Him vent my woes;
Yet His sweet face He still conceals,
Yet still my passion grows.

6 I murmur to the hollow vale,
I tell the rocks my flame,
And bless the echo in her cell
That best repeats His name.

7 My passion breathes perpetual sighs,
Till pitying winds shall hear,
And gently bear them up the skies,
And gently wound His ear.

Text Information
First Line: Come lead me to some lofty shade
Title: Come Lead Me To Some Lofty Shade
Author: Isaac Watts, 1674-1748
Language: English
Copyright: Public Domain
Tune Information
Name: BAKERSFIELD
Composer: Anonymous
Meter: CM
Key: E♭ Major
Source: S.A.G.M. Hymn Series, number 5
Copyright: Public Domain



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