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Hymn 68

Author: Isaac Watts Hymnal: Psalms and Hymns of Isaac Watts, The #II.68 (1806) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see Lyrics: 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. 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 vigor in With wonder and with love. 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."] The more thy glories strike mine eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. Languages: English

The humble Worship of Heaven

Hymnal: The Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithully translated into English metre #XLV (1758) First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see Lyrics: 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. Languages: English

The humble worship of heaven

Hymnal: Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books #II.LXVIII (1793) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see Lyrics: 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! 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And ’tis a pleasing sight; But to abide in thine embrace, Is infinite delight. 3 I’d part with all the joys of sense, To gaze upon thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 [There all the heav'nly host are seen, In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigour in, With wonder and with love. 5 Then at thy feet with awful fear, Th' adoring armies fall; With joy they shrink to nothing there, Before th' eternal All. 6 There would I vie with all the host In duty and in bliss; While less than nothing I could boast, And vanity confess.] 7 The more thy glories strike mine eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. Languages: English

The humble Worship of Heaven

Hymnal: The Psalms Hymns and Spiritual Songs of the Old and New Testament, faithfully translated into English Metre #XLV (1773) First Line: Father, I long, I faint to see Lyrics: 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. Languages: English

The Humble Worship of Heaven

Author: Watts Hymnal: A Selection of Hymns for Public Worship. In four parts (10th ed.) (Gadsby's Hymns) #475 (1844) Meter: 8.6.8.6 First Line: Father, I long, i faint to see Lyrics: 1 Father, I long, I faint to see The place of thy abode; I’d leave thy earthly courts and flee Up to thy seat, my God! 2 Here I behold thy distant face, And ’tis a pleasing sight; But to abide in thy embrace Is infinite delight. 3 I’d part with all the joys of sense To gaze upon thy throne; Pleasure springs fresh for ever thence, Unspeakable, unknown. 4 [There all the heavenly host are seen; In shining ranks they move, And drink immortal vigour in, With wonder and with love.] 5 [There at thy feet, with awful fear, The adoring armies fall; With joy they shrink to nothing there, Before the eternal All.] 6 [There would I vie with all the host, In duty and in bliss, While less than nothing I could boast, And vanity confess.] 7 The more thy glories strike my eyes The humbler I shall lie; Thus, while I sink, my joys shall rise Unmeasurably high. Topics: Heaven and Glory Languages: English