The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre ‎#XLV

XLV. The humble Worship of Heaven

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!
Here I behold thy distant Face,
and 'tis a pleasing Sight;
But to abide in thine Embrace
is Infinite Delight.

2 I'd part with all the Joys of Sense
to gaze upon thy Throne;
Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence,
unspeakable, unknown.
There all the heav'nly Hosts are seen,
in shining Ranks they move,
And drink immortal Vigour in
with Wonder, and with Love.

3 Then at thy Feet with awful Fear
th' adoring Armies fall;
With Joy they shrink to NOTHING there,
before th' Eternal ALL.
There I would vie with all the Host
in Duty and in Bliss;
While LESS THAN NOTHING I could boast,
and VANITY confess.

4 The more thy Glories strike mine Eyes
the humbler I shall lie;
Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise
unmeasurably high.

Text Information

• First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see
• Title: The humble Worship of Heaven
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1773
• Notes: Public Domain.

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