Zion's Harp ‎#239

239. Come, my friend, and take me sunder

1 Come, my Friend and take me ’sunder, From all tumult make me free. Let me sit like Mary yonder In true solitude with Thee. Solitude and quietness Leads to everlasting rest. 2 Blest is He, who from connection With this turmoil here is free; In God’s Spirit seeks perfection With His own apart to be, Thinking of such works and deeds Which eternally he seeks. 3 Palms along the brooklet flourish Thus when we draw near to God; Pray’r and truth and love do cherish, And true worship is our lot. Mark, distraction ne’er will bring What in solitude we win. 4 What a lonely heart receiveth Of the blessings from above, When it all creation leaveth For our true Creator’s love! Thus will God protect and bless; E’en in suff’ring we’ll find rest. 5 Thou, O God, in lone seclusion Dwelledst in remotest past; Blest is he who in communion Lives with Thee while ages last. In sweet peace let me abide, Resting at my Saviour’s side.

Text Information

• First Line: Come, my friend, and take me sunder
• Original Language: German
• Author: Gerhard Tersteegen
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 2003

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